I dreamt that I was in prison last night. Over what offense, I’m not too sure. But I can tell that it sort of involves something concerning the national security. Perhaps I was a spy or something.

In that particular scene, I was conspiring with a fellow inmate to escape from prison and the next thing I know, we were speeding away in this car… with an army of police in pursuit from behind. The pursuit was very dramatic, complete with flippings and all that… and get to shake off those pigs after going through an assload of action packed episode.

I then drove the car into this junkyard carpark near a cinema and descended from the vehicle. I can remember my fellow inmate bitched to me that we should immediately head to KL to meet up with the the Boss (which I have no idea who the fuck was that). It sounded like we’re having somekind of an underworld congregation or something at KL.

We argued for a while, with him whining about me wasting too much time while we’re high on wanted list … and he’s about to do it alone if I decided to “pull out” at the final minute. I told him that I have some unsettled grave matters at hand … and that I’ll haul my ass to KL when it has been taken care of.

After a few minutes worth of shouting at each other, he finally gave in to my intention … and we walked straight into the cinema to watch “Star Wars: Episode III — Revenge of the Sith” … and headed down to KL after that.

*I’ll be with the Force in the cinema tonight…

I had a weird dream last night. Dreamt that I was somekind of zombie buster. You know, pretty much like what John Constantine did for a living in that movie - just that a zombie buster only confines his work on ruining zombies’ shit and kicking their sordid ass back into their graves. He doesn’t deal with demons or any other type of creeps.

The plot took place in an eerily lit mansion, and I, the zombie buster, was heading upstairs to the main bedroom over a report of a zombie sighting. I stopped at the room’s entrance and tried to open it. It was locked. I then knocked the door forcefully and decreed the undead to open up the door or be sorry about it. Nothing happened.

That was when I decided force the door open by kicking it… but that solid wood wouldn’t budge an inch. I was literally stuck and there’s nothing I can do about it… except yelling. “Open up the door goddamn it!”. I continued for what it must be like 5 minutes ? Then suddenly, I heard some noise coming from inside. Noise of a very heavy footstep, trudging towards the door …

Finally, there’s gonna be some showdown for the zombie buster… I said to myself. I reached for my sword to get myself ready for the anticipated battle, but… it was nowhere to be found. Damn it, where’s my sword ? - I said to myself. FUCK ! I must have dropped the sword somewhere when I’m on my way here !

Not wanting to fight a disadvantaged battle with a stinking zombie (nope, I ain’t punching no corpse. That’s unhygienic.), I bolted towards another bedroom’s door and tried to open it. Great, it wasn’t locked. Inside the room, there was a young pretty babe sitting on her bed, half naked in her lingerie … obviously awakened by my sudden entrance to the room…

That was when I said
“Errr… excuse me miss, I’m actually a zombie buster. I’m here to bust a zombie but, I dropped my sword somewhere. Do you happen to have weapon of some sort that I can use … like a machete or something ?”. (And no, I didn’t ogled at her braless tits while I was asking that)

She nodded and pointed at a wooden closet - where I found a spear head and a machete inside. Awesome ! I took both the weapons and headed out to confront the fucking zombie. But I was almost jolted black out when I saw that half decomposed zombie already made it’s way to the girl’s room entrance … and had both it’s skeletal claws lifted up in the air ready to pounce on me.

I immediately responded by thrusting the spear head into the zombie’s chest (or his tits, whatever). But it has no effect on him, that’s because the spear head I’m holding actually turned into a darkened banana peel ! FUCK ! Without wasting more time, I tried to slash that zombie with that machete … trying to decapitate it’s ugly head. Again, no effect - as the machete I’m holding had mysteriously transformed into a small thumb paper cutter (you know, those that we use in kindergarten class ?).

Realizing that the situation wasn’t looking good, I tried to flee but was rounded up by that pretty young girl - which turned out to be the zombie’s cohort banshee (like the one in Warcraft ?) in disguise. And evil triumphed over the good in that dream … and was continued by another dream which I didn’t manage to recall.

moral of dream - something’s telling me that thou should not trust pretty girls. at least not 100%.

Have been out from home from 7am till almost 7pm today - damn exhausted. I don’t even have enough energy to strangle a cat right now.

But then, I have something important to blog about before I crash. I don’t want to wake up forgetting all about it… So here it is :

Somehow, before the dream started, I had an impression that the whole thing’s about an Olympic event …

The dream unfolded in a dark musty room full of topless beefcakes … whom all of them can be seen getting ready for a very stamina intensive competition. Wiggling their legs, performing warm ups … shits like that. It was no doubt a very important and happening event as I can hear crowds cheering from outside the room … Not just any lame ass number of crowds but at a magnitude comparable to Marilyn Manson’s concert.

The room layout looked very medieval …it has wooden benches, a wooden door and greenish mouldy walls (probably lacked of maintenance funds by the Olympic committee). As the view pan across the room, I also noticed that those beefcakes were wearing some sort of rags instead of Speedo or Nike tights like it’s supposed to be… They didn’t don any jersey with numbers nor any special type of boots either. Just half naked with rags covering their dicks and teabags. Very strange.

Then suddenly, a bloke jumps out of nowhere and started yelling something unintelligible to those bunch of big framed guys. It went on for about a whole 5 minutes, and I couldn’t understand a word he said. I reckoned that it must be some sort of a briefing about rules/regulations there … but I might be wrong. (heck, it’s just a dream, fuck it off)

After the loud briefing, the guy started to distribute of what seemed to be a “U” shaped piece of stainless steel rod - with a diameter of a 20 cents coin (whole thing is about the size of a toilet seat cover) - to each and every one of them. Must be a tool of somekind for their important event - I duly threw in my best guess.

Then the door swivelled wide open, and a beam of sunlight penetrated into the dark and musty atmosphere inside the room. Then, one of the beefcakes walked forward (surprisingly, the rest just continued to hang out there to relax) through the door … into the yard surrounded by a spiral platforms … the limelight of a thousand cheering spectators. He started to raise his hands and waved the “U” shaped tool … only to agitate the crowds to cheer louder. (very awesome sight)

After an brief session of ego flaunting action, the beefcake then paused to look across where he was standing. He saw some mammoth silhouette of 5 beasts overlooking him - an elephant, a polar bear, a hippo, a rhino and a camel - all of them stood in a line nonchalantly right next to each other. They weren’t giving a damn about the crowds nor anything at all. Just stood there as if nothing happened.

Now, the beefcake, he walked towards the front of those animals … and pointed the U-shaped tool at their direction … paused for a second … and all of a sudden, waved the tool like a madman in the air and shouted out loudly. He would occasionally put down the U-shaped tool on the floor and lift both his clawed up hands in the air … trying to achieve a higher degree of intimidation.

Apparently, the objective of the event was to attempt to scare all the 5 animals back into their dens … by using nothing other than the U-shaped rod (why the U-shape ? I don’t know) and his own bare hands. And if the person failed to achieve the objective, he will be penalized with a shot of arrow from each of the spectators.

Sure enough, I get to see that cool part in the dream. The beefcake somehow managed to scare off only the pussy elephant and the polar bear, but failed to even budge the remaining 3. The next thing I know, were a thousand arrows raining down on that bummered beefcake, piercing every single part of his body overflowing with blood and gore …. it was splendid scene. Then, I heard someone yelled “Next !”

Weird but awesome dream.

*I hope this isn’t somekind of a dream that would bring a hidden premonition message of something bad that is bound to happen soon…

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I had a weird dream a few nights ago … and have totally forgotten about it. But somehow, it came back to my memory today. So, I guess I’ll just blog it.

I dreamt of myself having an affair with a married woman. She was tall, sexy and beautiful. Then, a scene began to unfold … picturing myself and her meeting up at her luxurious apartment.

When I got up there, I was mesmerized by the beauty of her place (sort of like my first time going up there). It was very big. Place was designed with glass panel on each side of it’s wall overlooking hills, country side and a peaceful part of a city. It was amazing.

I was kinda stunned ..admiring the scenery from her apartment floor, while she went to get herself ready for some wild sex with me. But as I took a more careful look at the serene scenery out there…. I noticed something growing out from the ground.

Somekind of tea plant. Like those in Cameron Highlands. And it grew pretty quick too .. a few cm’s per second. All over the place. It was unbelievable.

Then, I saw some homeless people began to frantically pluck the tea leaves down there.. while crying out with joy. I think they are happy because finally, they would be able to generate their own income by harvesting the tea leaves .. which now can be found in every corner of the place.

Needless to say .. it was a touching scene. Everything was so beautiful and perfect in that dream … that I almost cried (and of course no, i won’t do that). Alright, after witnessing those fairy-tale like event, I figured out it’s time for me to venture into my original intention — my affair with my mistress. She must have waited for quite some time already.

As I turned to get into the bedroom, I noticed that there’s another apartment block right opposite another side of the glass panel. It looked very ghetto .. unlike the one I’m currently inside.

Then, suddenly, I began to notice that there’s somekind of commotion right across at the apartment. When I checked it out carefully — I saw an old indian couple porking. They were doing it in different poses … and was doing it wildly.

I was like “Awwww .. man … is that really necessary ??”.

Heck, they even fellated each other and the old lady was moaning very loudly. My beautiful dream instantly turned into a nightmare …

Then I started to feel nauseous … and pressure started to build up from inside my body. As the sick couple continued to satisfy themselves in some other disturbing acts of exhibitionism, I suddenly had my mouth opened …and a torrent of viscid puke blasted out … splatting onto the the carpet.

Then I woke up.

I think there’s some meaning veiled behind that dream…. something very important. Lesson of life kinda thing. So, what is it trying to tell me ? After pondering for quite sometime … I managed to conclude the following :

“when it comes to having fun, old people always SPOIL THE MARKET ! ” muahahahah … snort.

Ok, let me know if the dream has any other alternate meaning.