dreams*

dearest shadow...

this is gonna be long and boring...if you are going to read, brace yourself...

i had a strange dream this morning...this guy...lets call him fatso [name changed to protect the brainless]. In the dream this guy was a seriously disgusting unshaven male chauvinist who sleeps around, gets drunk silly and reeks of smoke 93% of the time...and you know how i feel about such freaks of nature...and he meets me after a pretty long time...i'm trying to get away from fatso and he notices me...btw, all this is happening in our school concourse and backstage toilet...i run away into the safest haven known to all female kind....the ladies....but sadly, this egomaniac tracks me down till there and actually stands outside the toilet waiting to snare me once i am out....then after like half an hour, a buncha girls from my econs class enter the toilet...and the girl find that i'm trying not to be noticed...then i tell em that the fatso is after me...so they hide me for a while...spend some time with me and when he gets slightly distracted, they help me take out some of the window panels and being skinny has always been a blessing....i squeeze out and i escaped into our school library....as i sat on the red sofa, i get dizzy and an apparition of a gorgeous dark lady appears...she smells of lavender and she says:

'my child, let this not blind you to the many virtues that man posseses. The world is full of treachery no doubt but exercise care...you may hurt the pure of heart...'

she flashed me her pearly whites and the dark woman floates away...i always imgained God to be a dark lady...dunno why but i see dark as beautiful...and the lady was stunning...she musta been 60...but she was gorgeous...

i woke with a start...my heart was beating not cuz i was scared but it was like i played netball or ran the canal run...even the 2.4km doesnt make my heart beat that fast...i lay in bed for a while and i realised who the fatso was...it was a real person whom i knew but if you intepret it, maybe its the life that i want to leave behind or the people whom i wish to leave behind...and the running into the toilet was a temporary relief but the world outside is hunting me down...some angels rescue me.....and i run into my real haven 'the window' aka library to bury myself in what i love most. there true escapism exists and i exist within it. my need for explanation comes in the form of the dusky old lady.......

really wierd dream eh? sorry to bore you with it...just thought of sharing it...i usually dream when my brain is overloaded and this is an example of my muddled up thoughts...

will leave it at here...bubbye...