Some Dreams Aren't Meant To Be Chased

Sigmund Freud said dreams are unconscious thoughts, repressed wishes, silent desires. or just, meaningless coincidences. just as how some rather weird dreams are colouring my sleep lately, even more so when my psychology classes are focusing on the topic of dreams - nothing but a coincidence. but are the dreams formed by thoughts, wishes, desires, or merely, are just meaningless?

i have always been one whose world of dreams is as alive as the world of reality. remembering my dreams is not really a problem, although most of the memories will fade over time. but those which are distinguishable, remain. the one when the world was ending in my version of vision, the one when in my dream and in reality i felt as though i was strangled and chocked to death as someone climbed over my back - also known as kena tindih, the ones when my loved ones died and i cried in my sleep, just to mention a few. and not to forget, the one when Fahrin Ahmad was my boyfriend and Rupert Grint was my brother. hew hew.

anywayyy. so these are some of my latest dreams. my dreams are often long in duration and plot line, but naturally i will just remember the main plot and main characters vividly. all these dreams took place in two weeks time.

Because of a Cat

yes, i give my dreams a tittle. get over it. i was back at school (making it literally a nightmare), there were familiar faces. we had just finished a paper or something, and i was wandering with my friends or something (oh sorry forgot to warn you: be prepared to encounter many 'something's in this post) and we found a kitten. being a sympathetic human being that i am, i brought it to my class. in the class, i, apparently was sitting besides someone. in dream and in reality that someone and i have barely exchanged any word for a while, indicating a fight, or simply falling apart. being a fear-of-responsibility person that i am, and a cat lover that that someone is, i had no other choice than to hand that someone the kitten.

as we were going back home, i noticed that someone left the kitten in the class, so i called after that someone and shouted at that someone to bring the kitten back with that someone (alright i know it's a pain in the neck to have to repeat 'that someone' a few times in a sentence, but for confidentiality, just bear with me). so that someone was like, alright alright. in that dream, i made amends with that someone, because of a cat.

interpretation: i have been hoping to reconcile with that someone. i think i just miss the friendship, that is all. i know my life has been affected not even a bit without that someone, and surely so has theirs. i don't need that someone, not at all. but sometimes, when i see others with similar friendship, i long for that something familiar. at those times, i wish we were still friends. but i live, and they live, and that means i'm fine.

Serenity With a Stranger

i know this person in real life. but i do not know his name. i've exchanged a couple of words with him, and a smile, but i do not know his name. maybe i should, but being me, i don't. in the dream we were at a place where i first got to know him, but in a different setting. like a hotel (?). i spent my time walking alongside him, barely taking, but i felt at peace. i don't know. there was this comfort and calmness in his presence, and i really liked that.

in that 'hotel' there was something like.. aquaria? lol. we hanged out in there, him playing with the fish and i sight seeing. i bumped into my ex-classmate. whom in real life has involved me in his conflict with his girlfriend -..- ended up befriending me on fb and her blocking me -..- without me knowing -..- tetiba je aku dah kena unfriend block bagai. bila terserempak, muka awek kau dah lain tengok aku. tah-tah kau kencing dia memacam pasal aku. dude if you have to bs your gf you don't have to drag me into it. maaf teremo. even in the dream i asked him about it ok. he apparently came with his gf, who was in MPH at that time (learning institute, aquaria, and MPH all in the same building looking like a hotel? dreams don't make sense alright).

that person, backed me up and cooled me down. home was in the building too. senanglah hidup camtu, semua dalam satu tempat lol. when i said i wanted to go home, we were in a lift. he was in control or something, so when the  doors opened to reveal my house (or hotel room) i was surprised. like how the hell did you know where i live? and he just smiled, watching me as i left.

interpretation: nothing, i think. as this dude bears no significance and whatsoever in my life. we aren't even friends. we only have something in common. i just really like the comfort and calmness he made me feel in that dream, like i've known him forever. i felt safe and secured.

The Face

that's all i remember. i don't remember what the dream was about, but i remember the character. and that is all that does matter.

interpretation: Freud, in this case, may be talking sense.

Sharing Home

this dream revolved around many destinations but the main focus is my house. we got back from somewhere or something, and guess what? a family of strangers were in my house. conflicts aroused. who on earth are you guys? why are you here? this is our home! they also asked us the same questions, and answering ours, they said they had been living there all their lives. they even showed us their pictures, in albums, framed on walls, but we have ours too! what sorcery is this?! this is impossible, i have been living here all my life too, i said. this house had only been occupied by our family alone, and no one else.

both families were puzzled as the other, so we sat at our dining table, the one in the living room. then i said something like "what if they have been living with us all this time... and we just don't see them?" jeng jeng jenggg. then it all made sense. maybe they didn't see us too. it's mysterious, but the fact that both families were clueless, made it less scary to think about. then i asked what were they; jin ke, orang bunian ke, hantu ke apa? lol. i even asked them what they were made of because they were not sure themselves.

interpretation: i hope this is nothing, nothing, nothinggg but a meaningless coincidence. goosebumps.

Still There

I was at Intec, but the setting was somewhat like a regular school building. we had a program, an activity or something. i was doing things with my friends, and suddenly i pricked myself with a needle. i  pulled it out of my finger, and of course, it bled. but i moved on with my life lol. the only thing was it didn't stop bleeding. it was only a needle, but my finger bled as though i cut myself or something. blood was dripping.

then i saw a friend. upon seeing her i told her about it. she asked to see my finger and when she did, she pressed it hard. guess what? a or, the needle came out of it. i was like woaaah. the hell? it was there all this time? i could have died! lol. ye laaa doesn't your mom ever tell you that if you get pricked by a needle or pieces of glass or anything, it gets into your veins, it will block your blood flow or flow with the blood and get stuck in your heart or something? ok i don't know if it makes sense but the thought of it is scary you know. so Syaza Nazura, i thank you for saving my life hahaha.

interpretation: because it's kinda nerve-wrecking in the dream and even in reality needles are associated with spooky stuffs, so i tried to google what it means but to no avail :\

The Proposal

yes people, i dreamt someone proposed to me. there were many other parts and people as well, but the point is someone freaking proposed to me in my dream. it's not the first time i had dreams of this nature, in the past i had dreamt that i was forced to marry someone who was much older to the point i was thinking about running away (drama melayu much) and another dream was about someone else who was wearing white baju melayu with rombongan and all coming to my house, but i was not sure whether they were coming for me or someone else... still am not sure. and a few others, if there's any, which i don't remember.

but this time the dream was just different. it almost felt real because it was not all jumbled up like dreams usually are. in that part of the dream, it was just the guy, handing me the ring. after that i left and told my friends about that lol. i will not reveal the guy and my answer, but one thing i shall mention: it was a freaking diamond ring in a freaking pink box. DIAMOND. BESAR SIOT. haha. even in that dream i was wondering where did you get all the money? i adored the ring though, hehe.

interpretation: i don't want to interpret this. lulz.

ok so that's it... kot. obviously i came up with the interpretations myself. 

hmm. i need to have a dream diary.

and oh, since we are in the subject of dreams, here's some friendly reminder

THAT THIS WILL ALWAYS BE ASDFGHJKL. knite. sweet dreams!