dreams

i've hardly had any time for leisure after my enslavement to the food stall. for the past two months, breaks have been few and far between. more often than not, i would find myself drinking my free time away. on occasions when desire outweighed budget, i would be rotting away to either a torrent of consecutive live football matches, or discovery channel/national geographic. i guess strange things tend to happen when you live your life this way.


dream 1:

i'm trekking through a forest with my buddy png, when we stumble upon an abandoned cave. we go deep in, and realize it's a musky old tunnel, leading to the site of our old secondary school. to our right, there is a murky pond; to our left is a little brown hill with a flight of steps leading to the top. further ahead of us, there are two adjacent basketball courts.

the first court is occupied by a 7-foot barbarian, complete with just a loin-cloth for a skirt, and 2 metal chains slung criss-crossed over his shoulders. he's shooting hoops with his pet, which happens to be a colossal tiger, spanning a quarter of the court's area. the second court hosts several indian boys, one of which i recognize to be our old schoolmate. png sees him too, and shouts his name out loud. of course, his thunderous call catches the attention of our old schoolmate, as well as everyone else - including the tiger.

the giant cat arches its back, revealing razor-sharp mandibles, and charges towards us. png leaps into the murky green waters of the algae-infested pond. my heart pounds like a jack-hammer as the tiger focuses its murderous eyes on me. i race up the steps of the hill, and as i glance down at my feet, i realize that the hill is actually a pyramid of well-stacked chicken nuggets. i arrive at the apex and reach out for the top piece of nugget and fling it blindly. the tiger dives through the air and catches the nugget in its jaws. i wake up with an adrenalin rush, and lingering heavily over me, an ominously large question mark.


dream 2:

i'm at a romantic candle-lit dinner in a fancy restaurant with a gorgeous lady. we exchange pleasantries and sip our wine. our orders are taken, and we engage in amorous conversation. out of the blue, i feel a thud against my expensive-looking leather shoes. i peer under the table, and find a gigantic anaconda hissing its forked tongue at me.

instantaneously, i lunge at it with both hands and lock its diamond-shaped head in a vice-like grip. its vicious jaws snare open. i apply even more pressure down on its skull with my thumbs. i've never touched a snake before, but i swear the coolness and texture of its leathery scale must feel exactly like the real thing. a semi-muted crack announces the death of the reptile. i wake up feeling relieved and victorious.


as it seems, i've probably overdosed on wildlife documentaries. these weird dreams have left me rather bewildered and wondering about their elusive deeper meanings. there could possibly be more such dreams, but i often forget about my dream moments after i awake. i wonder if anyone has a sensible decryption for them. maybe it's my sub-conscious trying to tell me something that i should probably know. it's probably some hidden feelings of insecurity or something.