Slumber Stories

Date: Two weeks ago

I met Shakespeare at his house. No introduction, no journey beforehand; I was just there. The only light I could see was from outside so it was really dim. His interior had a lot of dark colours. A lot of maroons..

Shakespeare’s nice. He speaks softly too. The calm and collective kind of guy who listens and comments and chuckles now and then.

But the weirdest (and this is hard to admit) thing was that we were discussing sonnets…….

Not weird for him, but me. I’m bad at poetry so why would I be having an intellectual discourse with a guy who is really good at it? AND I sounded really smart (emphasis on the word ’sounded’).

I’m still dumbfounded at the ridiculousness of it all.

Me. Discuss sonnets.

Hello. ”Just Dance” is poetry to me.

I rest my case.

Date: Last week (between 13th - 19th Oct 08)

Ok, it was an image of a front page of a newspaper. The headlines sounded something like “Game ends in terror”. There were pictures of footballers running frantically. When I read the article, it turns out that Liverpool was playing a home game but the roof of the stadium started to collapse so everyone had to run and the game had to stop.

During the wee hours of the 26th of August 2008

The newspaper headlines read

“PRIME MINISTER RESIGNING TOMORROW”

So naturally, everyone was shocked. I remember seeing my eldest sister’s shocked expression. It was kind of chaotic too. Nothing too serious though.

Interestingly, he was going to resign to work at the border patrol. In my dream, I was picturing him in a navy blue uniform with a helmet and talking to illegal immigrants in a car, at night. He was smiling.

About 2 weeks before Syuhada’s return to Malaysia (winter at Aussie)

Me and the Pumpkins were in this wide, open space that was white. There was piano in the middle and we were playing around with it; Adlina and Lina trying out different songs. We were all laughing and having a good time. Suddenly I saw Syu and immediately hugged her and went all “I miss you! When did you come back?..” bla bla. She just kept quiet, nodded and smiled. I was like “This isn’t real isnt it?”. She replied, “No..” and shakes her head.
“And you’re not real either?”
(Purses lips and shakes head)
“So this really is just a dream?”
(With sorry face) “Yes..”
(Frowns) “But I’m gonna see you in a couple of weeks right? You sure you’re coming back?”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry about that..”
“OK…”

We hugged for the last time.

And I woke up feeling very, very sad.

Location: hostel

In the newsapapers: M.U lost 6-0 to a team called Penguin. This was for the Kuala Lumpur International Cup (something like that). The event was sponsored by Cheers beer, a guy in an armour suit and a guy in a chicken suit (there was an animated picture of them talking to each other).

Location: hostel

ATTENTION: Far (& Ad if you do visit my blog)

I dreamt Prof smsed and miss called me! Then I tried again & again to contact him but I couldn’t. See. This proves just how much I miss him & have lost contact with him.. & how obviously he is avoiding me. Argh! Sir if you’re reading this, Farhana & I miss you & would want to know why you’re ignoring us but are still talking to Adlina-_-"

Kena marah ngan Far baru tau…

I had this dream during one of my nights at my hostel.

Scene 1: Big ship moving in the middle of the ocean with GREEN PEACE written across it.

Scene 2: Ship starts to leak oil. People onboard look down in confusion and slight panic.

Scene 3: A number of whales sprout from the ocean and starts to float lifelessly around GREEN PEACE ship.

Scene 4: Newspapers showing pictures from scene 3 and statements from person-in-charge onboard GP ship (I uhh.. our.. uhm.. ship leaked oil and now all the whales are dead….).
8 o’clock news showing video footage of dead whales floating on the sea and getting washed up on beaches.

i fell asleep in class and i dreamt that whoever wanted to nap in class had to punch in using these brown cards. so i punched in.

4th nov, evening

this is the second time ive had a poem created during my sleep. however this one is more like a pantun.

(this pantun refers to open houses)

Rumah Melayu,
Rumah India,
Sesudah itu,
Rumah Cina

wee hours of 27-10-2007

*forgot the first few scenes
i was canoeing with a team of footballers including that guy from CSI (dude with fro & green eyes). we were slowly paddling through this narrow cave & it was just so beautiful!! I could see the stalagmites (or stalagtites?? the formations on the ceiling of the cave) formed so perfectly and the colours were so vivid! this was a dream with a really good resolution, seriously, like it was a 10 megapixd dream. throughout our paddle the song ‘Hey there Delilah’ was playing loud and clear so it added to the mood. i held a camcorder to record everything and we suddenly ended up at a lobby of a 5 star hotel and the atmosphere was cool, like air-cond cool but its actually the cave since its stone and all, so obviously caves are cold and the coolness was from the cave itself…..
where was I..
Ah yes, we ate & later chilled at the lobby together..
sigh…
Plus the food was good!