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Wednesday, August 20, 2003

define weird. i just awoke from this really weird dream.

first i was like at this bus stop and waiting to take a bus. then i flashed into a girl's room and flashed out again to the bus stop. the bus came and i got up and i saw two aunties talking. then one of them turned into my mom and the other had a daughter standing with her suddenly, the same girl whose room i was teleported into. they were talking and talking and i just well, hmmm this part gets fuzzy, i somehow got to know the girl. oh yeah i was packing stuff in my room and she was at the corridor outside peeking in. (i know my dream is really weird but bear with me) there was this guy standing next to me on the bus who was a lieutenant-colonel from the navy. he readjusted my shirt collar with this irritated expression and suddenly my clothes turned into my army uniform, all jungle stripe camouflage and lowly corporal rank. i ended up talking to the guy and we were talking about stuff that i forgot most about except army cooks and food. the girl from the bus was cooking food and somehow kwang boon appeared as one sailor waiting for the cook to finish making chips for him. in our conversation about the goodness of naval galley cooks as compared to army cooks the girl dropped the food she was making which was almost done. kwang boon said never mind and ate the food off the floor amidst her apologies. then we (the girl and me) somehow ended up walking on the deck of the ship, jumped across to another ship with really huge rusty guns, then with one more step we walking into the water and the ship was somehow moving away. a boatman on this skiff was dumping this red dye into the water and then sailed away ignoring our calls for help after looking at us. then we saw this tiny shore where many people were crowded there and we swam towards it. on that shore it was crowded with a lot of illegal immigrants, and the girl and me were the only chinese there. i was checking my phone to see if the water had damaged it when suddenly a military vehicle pulled up and one soldier stepped down asking for all people of my country to step forward. i stepped forward, found i had no identification papers or cards on me and the guy just carried on walking and asking others. i took out my military ez-link card as a last resort and asked the guy if that could suffice. he said yes and gave me this card which was supposed to me my war id but turned out to be a fill-in-yourself id card with a servicing checklist incorporated into it. i realised it was a servicing section when the place changed into this big multi storey car park with this technician sitting on the ground next to me repairing a vehicle. what was special about the card was you either fill in one section or two other sections. mine was half filled for some reason. so now my country was at war with someone and i am going off to war with that girl. we asked for a lift and were asked to get on the vehicle which transformed from a jeep to a bronco. no space in front so we went to the back (the vehicle had mannequins wearing army uniform and strapped into every available seat) but i had to go pee first so i went to near another vehicle in the car park to pee. then it so happeed i was in front of this old version army truck with anti air missile/artillery rocket tubes mounted on it. this guy wearing something like an NBC suit then got down from the driver's cabin and i went behind another vehicle to hide and observe. another similar truck appeared behind me and its driver got off to so i went back to my original place and pee-ed cos i can't take it anymore. the girl was waiting at one side with me when suddenly the bronco drove off leaving us behind. we shouted after it but it didn't stop and when we chased it, that's when i woke up.

really weird dream, totally out of this world and completely strange. now to find out what this whole entire choc-a-bloc means.


Bertram awoke @ 7:35 AM with

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