So hello again. everytime you see me update my blog, it's on my 2 hour computer usage basis. so, i have to actually write this in two hours .

Alright. now. Part two out of 2 of my Epic and wierd dreams. let me tell you, if my writings doesn't make sense, deal with it, cause its from a dream, and i can't really write dreams perfectly well. and my dreams are queerish, if not it will be boring to feature it. :D

i can't remember the first one that well, but the second, CRYSTAL CLEAR. but shorter. so yeah.

First up, i dreamt that i was already 19-20 years old, i was in the army. and theres this
Douchebaggy guy in my company, Charlie company. he was rather small in size, spikes his hair like mad, shows off his undeveloped and untrained muscles to everybody, and SUPER egoistic. like those kind that brags about how good is he in everything and looks down at every training that an average person will feel difficult in the military. but when he attempts it, HE SUCKS SHIT. he also has a smile you wanna give a punch to. those smirky smile.

fuck. he is like the guy i will hate the most. this kind. but i still regard him as a casual friend.

so, we were released for a week or a month i think, out from camp to go back and meet my family. it turns out that this Douchebag knows my sister, and is quite interested in her. so he likes to pester her all the time, be it sms, messenger, meetups, he even stalks on her before, into a macdonalds toilet. i wanted to go celebrate the release from DOG TREATMENT in the army, so i went out clubbing with friends.

Next day, i found out that my sis WAS RAPED BY SOMEONE. i got home seeing her hiding in blankets, crying, my mom beside. immediately, HE became one of the suspects i suspected. i don't always show that i like my sis alot, but subconsciously, i dunno why i became so worried. i asked her and interrogatee her. after a long period, she told me who it was. IT WAS THAT DOUCHEBAG.

i was hell angry, i tried contacting him and finding him during our short break, but couldn't. the problem couldn't be solved until we got back into the army. when we were training at a pistol firing range, i was so angry, i wanna put a bullet in his leg or somewhere else he could feel extreme pain- his BALLS.

i aimed my own target, he was still bragging beside me abt how good his results is gonna be, enraged, I swung my gun diagonally, pointing at his crotch.

BUT, before i could actually squeeze my trigger, One of my superiors called upon his name. I LOSTMY CHANCE OF SHOOTING HIM. but i was lucky. if not i would be a murderer.

It turns out the authorities in the army heard of it, and the military police is gonna give him 55 strokes of the cane. i was called in to witness his suffering. i was kinda happy. the military police caned the first few strokes, that douchebag couldn't take it. he screamed like it was hell on the wooden stand made for caning. he was in shackles. until the 18th stroke (continously), he head fell. He was dead. the military police made the strokes so hard, his spleeen exploded.

Slowly, the dream faded, and it went into another dream. this is the one which i liked, alot. :D

I was in France for something, and Joyce and i was seperated for a long time. for some reason, i missed Joyce Cooper, i wanted to see her again. but she was in Singapore. I got news that in my whole time in France, she suddenly went into Fashion designing and migrated to New York to make herself known to the famous people there. I was overjoyed when i heard that, and I wanted so much to congratulate her. so if i want to see her and give her my congrats, why don't i kill two birds with one stone, and just take a FLIGHT THERE to find her? HAHAH. so thats what i did immediately. i didn't see Joyce for almost 2 years, all we did was messenger, messenger, messenger, WHICH was all " oh i'm sorry, i'm kinda busy right now. Ttyl !" . SO this was it. i took a flight to new york.

I landed in NY, quickly got my luggages and stuffs, and tried my best to find her workshop. i went allround Time Square finding for a day, but to no avail. so i called her Best Friend, which, lucky for me, tagged along with Joyce as her assistant when they got to NY. Joyce's best friend told me her workplace address, and was excited tht i was coming.

When i got there, i opened the workshop door, Joyce was working on a dress. i smiled widely to myself. i finally get to see her. here's how it goes.

Me: Hey! girls! haha. :D
Joyce's Best Friend: OH Hi Loysius. {Eh, Joyce, Loysius is here! he came all the way from France to see you! }

Joyce didn't answer. she didn't even greet me or anything. something was wrong. immediately i felt my heart sank. i got over to her desk and:

Me: Joyce! i got you something from france, you'll love it. I....

She turned away, like she doesn't wanna hear a word i say and walked to the sewing room and started sewing.

i was shocked.i got all the way here to recieve this 'warm' welcome from Joyce. i was devastated.

Me: What's wrong with Joyce? eh?
JBF: Haiz. Loysius Loysius Loysius. (shaking her head) you should know why yourself.
Me: no really. what's wrong?
JBF: oh so you think i will know? come on, it's the problem between you two, how would i know.
Me: but man, what did i do? all i did was... ( i strated thinking really hard.)
JBF: i dunno... i think you did something wrong. Joyce wasn't like that untill you called. maybe you didn't contact her after so long, and she's angry.
Me: Jeez. gosh. what the hell.
JBF: i think you go talk to her better lah.

at this moment, Joyce got out again, to her drawing table. i walked towards her, and i saw a variety of designs drawings laid in her work table.

Me: wow. great designs you have there.
Joyce: (no answer, seemed to ignore me)
Me: Joyce... what's wrong? i'm back, and i missed you. I was worrying about how you were all this while, seriously. i even got you these straight from France they're the best and i...
Joyce: ....
Me: OKAY. YOU STAYING SILENT. alright good.... (i was frustrated, but I think it was my fault.)... Look i'm sorry alright? i'm sorry I was away for so long. but come on, please, say something. PLEASE?
Joyce: ....

Joyce stood up, stared me deeply in the eye, with her usual poker face, walked a few steps towards me, she came so close i could feel her breath on my neck.
she was still staring, her face carrying a neutral expression, WHICH was so beautiful after so long not seeing her, i stared back, wishing it wouldn't end.

But then Suddenly, she broke out of the stare and went on doing her stuffs. i was still staring and only brokeout of it half a second later. I WAS FUCKING CONFUSED. i turned back, saw her best friend looking at me, and she shook her head. but i caught her little giggle with a smile when she turned away. there's something fishy going on, but i dare not jump to conclusions....

It all looked like it was a staged act, it was awkward. AND THEN I WOKE UP. D:

damned sad, but it was a Great dream, considering all the voilent ones i had in the past.

That's the end of this episode. HAHA. hope you enjoyed. :D

Labels: Joyce Cooper, Wierdest dreams.

Had a dream last night, dreamt that i was lost in a place which resembles switzerland.
Mommy was out to shop,and i was inna hotel. Got boring so i went out,to tour the place. paid for a bike and roamed the place.(it was like jumbled up,but i could put it all together)

rode across the streets, the shops,cafes, then on the roads. then was like riding to another town. i got lost. went through back alleys. fell down a slope,got back up,chased by cops there,which wore helmets,rather than hats,like those in comics,and still used whistles.( something like old british polices.) they chased on foot, i was on a bike.
then i wanted to go to disneyland,which was a castle in my dream. i lost the cops,and asked a passer by. he spoke with a french accent,but knew english.he told by five klicks away.
i was like shocked,and visuallized it. it was really late,like in the evening, and i needed to get back. but i want to head there,as the cops seemed to have gotten my trace.

then,i was woken up by my babysis crying,she was sick.( in real-life.) it was 6 in the morning.

i went back to sleep.
i dreamt of a girl,somebody i do know.i dreamt that we were close to each other,and was like so happy together, like we could never get old.. then it changed.
she became the girl that i've been crushin on.a disaster happened,it was wierd,like all the disaster mixed tgt, like tornadoes to earthquale to anything disastrous.
evacuation was a failure.
i managed to meet her and we got stuck together in debri.i managed to get her out,and suddenly the scenario changed.
i became the sole survivor again. many people was getting killed by a building collaspsing,(probably my school,as all those people was people i know.)
then,i met her again. i wasn't sure what she was now,but we ran away with a grp of familiar faces AWAY from the collaspsing side of the building. i was leading,and many were losing life behind me.( they FELL with the building as they didn't escape fast.)
Slowly,it ended up with me her and somebody else. she fell,with the other guy. they hanged on to a metal stick pointing out. it was 10 floors to the ground,and they would definitely perish. i proned down,stretching my hands to them. the girl held on my left hand. the guy held my right. the building was slowly collaspsing due to earthquake on the other side of the buildingbehind me. i realised i could only save one person, as time was running out.
i pulled the girl up . the guy lost his grip and fell. i think he was my best friend or smthin,coz i rmb myself in remorse. she thnked me,comforted me,i watched her face as she does that.her face was blurred to the point that her eyes were only black spots.

Then, with a jolt, i woke up. it was 10 in the morning. my mom shouted for me to have breakfast.
This is summarised.if not this post is madness.

I've got a problem. i dunno,i recently can rmb my dreams in such detail.
=)

Labels: Wierdest dreams.