dreams are such peculiar things. i am such a strange girl.
people may not think that i am a deep thinker; but deep down in my messy full of random nonsense brain, i believe there is this little department that thinks about random stuff and imagines the unimaginable. i call this department DARN (dreams and random nonsense). i would think this is possibly the most interesting part of my brain; the most creative and FREE. no one can control what i think and dream of; no one can tell me that is impossible; no one can laugh at what i think. it is the one thing that is truly private. it is the one evidence that reminds me that i am still human, i still have a soul, i am not a mugging robot with no life. once in a while, i enjoy indulging in these weird dreams and fairytales that i know will never happen in real life. ok maybe "once in a while" is not giving this special group of nerves in my brain enough credit. i enjoy indulging in my my dreams and random nonsense A LOT:) dreaming is serious business. its like my ultimate "hobby", if it is even considered one. people don't understand why i can and like to sleep so much. i sleep not only for its pragmatic use of replenishing energy, but also to source for a dream weird and interesting enough to fill my bored to death brain. i must say, the HOD of DARN sure knows how to dramatise every story. its the kind of over dramatised plot that invites extreme feelings; you either hate it and find it damn lame, or you are an absolute sucker for it. needless to say i belong to the second group:)
THE IRONY. running through a dark and seemingly far from civilisation forest; but yet i see a road crowded with cars lit up by the oh-so-familar orange street lamps. i desperately try to run away from him; but at the same time a part of me just wants to throw myself in his arms. i am being grabbed by the arm as his knife cuts my arm. i scream, but i do not feel pain. THE IRONY.
there are so many burning questions everytime i get a weird dream like that. Why? Who? What? Where? Huh? but i guess some things in life are meant to be left unexplained. this is not science. dreams DO NOT have to be logical. this is not GP. dreams CANNOT be argued for or against. dreams are the most true and sincere thoughts of a person. regardless how naive, illogical or stupid it may sound, dreams are REAL; as long as you believe it to be.
sometimes i hate myself for being so pragmatic. if only i could really live my life like in my dreams, if only the things that i dream of were really true, if only the world was not as real and harsh and cruel like it is. i know my dreams are weird and IMPOSSIBLE given the context of this cold concrete world. but a small part of me still hopes. that MAYBE one day i will be an a heroic warrior like legolas in lord of the rings; MAYBE one day i will go back in time and be as like the mystical chinese celestial spirits; MAYBE i will find my true love and live happily ever after like in twilight. haha. yep. i am one strange girl.
dreamland; my little piece of heaven.
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Monday, 7 September 2009