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Had 2 dreams last night. 

One involved me being involved in an iphone contest. No points for guessing where it came from. But,and this is wierd part, it wasn’t your run of the mill $299 iphone. It was a prototype iphone that had the ability to make people fly. I held the baby in my hands and quickly discovered that holy shit the thing was really made for me. I flew twice as far and twice as fast. I lost track of that dream sometime..but i can still remember the feeling.

The other one was twice as wierd. I was in a place, where all my acquiantances, friends, soul mates were there. They suggested going to pastamania for lunch. I agreed. Midway through…a girl suggested, rather coyly to me, to leave the group and heading out on our own. Heady with desire, i agreed to..but found myself suddenly abandoned in the middle of no where. I knew then…that i was going to die of massive internal bleeding. Filled with an impending sense of doom, didn’t feel afraid. I knew what i had to do. I turned back to grab my meagre belongings, and headed off to SGH, on foot. Somehow i managed to make my way across to this…jetty.

It stretches for miles, with only a handrail on the right or left side. In my hand i’m holding something, which i know is freaking important, but i can’t remember what it is. Might be a picture of a girl…but with no recollection of the girls face i remain doubtful. It was a place i had seen before in my dreams, whenever i was about to embark on a metaphorical journey of life. Its a place that i wouldn’t mind returning back to when i die, except for some reason i never do die there. It’s always a stop along something, something much bigger than i can see. Usually the dream ends there, nice enough ending … but this time it doesn’t. I continue to walk for what feel likes an eternity, sometimes precariously dropping into the big black open sea waiting to consume me. But i refuse to let go of the handrail.

I drop off somewhere near bedok. Its a lone  bustop, no architecture around, but lots of people milling around. Another resting place? I look for directions, and the bus guide gives me a number: 186. I wait and wait and wait, but it doesn’t ever come. I get scared. Flag down a comfort cab. The comfort cab doesn’t know the way, keeps driving me around in circles to run the meter. There is another person in the taxi…but somehow i know that he is dead. The dream ends there..i never do reach the hospital. Does that mean i die there too?

Had these 2 dreams after a mini discussion with Laura yesterday..think it might have been related. Hey dear, life may be taking us for a ride. But we still hope.