After death?

I remember that I was in somewhere I don’t know. I remember was something like a corridor. Then I saw someone, who looked like me, staring mindlessly at me. I ignored.

Then I went into a lift behind that person. A lift so large that can lift up a whole car park space. There was another working lady inside the lift. I wanted to go to level 3. But when the lift started moving, I found myself lie down on the floor and grab on something very tightly. The lady asked me, “Why you grab like that?” but I didn’t answer.

The lift went up very quickly and didn’t stop for the level I wanted (level 3). Instead, it went higher and higher and getting faster and faster. Until a point, then it just crashed out of the lift space and landed somewhere.

Then I died. The next moment I found myself standing at some corridor and could not do anything except staring to the front. Then I suddenly realised, the person that stared at me was indeed myself. And also I noticed that no one can see my appearance.

After a seemingly long time, suddenly there was someone who can actually see me. It happened that the guy was the one who evaded the crash of the lift. And suddenly I can move.

Then I went to a lot of places, finding people that can see me. I found some of my friends, and some of them could see me, and helped me to reach out to the other people.

Then all became like fast-forwarded, and I can’t remember most of that. The only thing I can remember was that there was a girl who I liked. The weird thing is, the girl was under 1.5m, which was very short.

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As you can see, my dreams started to become very detail and illogical. In the same time, it was very clear and that’s why I can remember most of the details.

Machu Picchu

Sometimes when you dream, in the dream even though a place looks totally different, and you call it by a totally different name, you still know where it is.

I think, dreaming a place so far away means I have a strong urge to go there. For what reason? Maybe just to take a photo.

And it's not just a dream, it's a series of dreams related to this place.

This place in Peru, I wonder if I even have a chance to go in my lifetime.

It is not exactly pretty or nice, somehow it just stroke me.

Maybe I lived there in the past.

sliding car

I always have these dreams. So often that I could remember the details.

When I was very young, my old house has a quite steep slope just in front. In fact, my house was built on hill.

Don't know since when, I started having this dream:

In the car, I was alone. Any time sooner or later, the car will start to fall down, due to the slope.

That was an age which I don't know how to differentiate hand brake or parking brake or leg brake pedal. In every dream, I was trying very hard to stop the car from falling down, yet my attempt shows no help.

As my parents changed the cars, the cars in my dream were also changing. The same thing is that I will still in the horror of being slide down with the car.

As I learned how to drive, the dream has changed, slightly. The dream started taking place in various places, although my old house with the slope is still the most frequent.

In the newer dreams, I was on the driver seat.

There are also some variation on how the dream is developed, variations such as I am parking, I am about the stop, or I am about to start driving.

The parking one is like, every time finish parking, the car starts to slide down, and even if I hit the brake so hard or pull the hand brake, it won't help.

The stopping is in fact a lot more horror. I was in a situation that I was suppose to stop, but when I hit the brake pedal, the car just doesn't stop. Even when I use the whole body strength to kick the brake, it just reduce speed slowly and slowly, while I in horror see the obstacle get nearer and nearer.

What contributed to these dreams?

Maybe, they just showed that my desire to control a car, especially the brake?

Nevertheless, these are still my most frequent dream, and those that bothered me the most.

My Dream, part 1

This is to response to Edna's request.

Well, dream is really hard to say about, especially when I love to tell story using photos.

OK, my first dream.

At some beautiful morning,

A morning at near my house. I was going to climb a mountain at Penang Islang.

I was at a beautiful scene that is only available in stories,

A place in Botanic Garden, I think many may have seen this. But I think it is really beautiful scene.

drinking starbucks,

Starbucks, the flavour I love most, Ice Blended Mocha.

or maybe some coffee that is special,

Irish coffee at Coffee Club near Raffles Place. One of few coffee that is alcoholic, and there is a beautiful story lies in it.

or maybe even a pot of flower tea,

This pot is tea made of rosebud. I love the feeling of rosebud, it is really some sense of relaxation. If you want to try, I will always welcome you to my room to test. And girls, drinking rosebud tea is actually very good for your skin (although I am drinking not for this purpose at all).

playing the game I like to play,

Need For Speed Carbon, which is my favourite game.

while playing some very nice music in background.

John Adorney!!!

And I think that's all for my first dream.

Well, it is very enjoyable, isn't it? Just as my main thought, simplistic is always the most beautiful thing (maybe that's why I am in Engineering).

Sorry Edna, but marriage dream is not yet ready. Trust me, marriage is the last thing that will come into my mind. :)