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).