talk about being morbid…

i had a dream this morning, and in that dream, i was a soldier during the japanese war, a naval officer to be precise. i was in a small raft by the big warship, when they told us that a storm was coming up, and i had to get into the big warship quick.

upon entering, i heard the cries of a baby, and also the wailing of a woman. apparently some soldiers didn't like the cry of the baby. so they shot the baby. i didn't see anything, but i heard the shots. and then i heard that they gagged the woman, and tied her up in the air.

in the next scene, i saw the woman tied and gagged on a huge web of wires. and she freed herself somehow, and was trying to make her way down. but there was no escape. and a fellow prisoner told her that too. but she was stubborn and didn't want to listen. and suddenly i changed roles from the onlooker to being that woman.

i realised that at the bottom of the web was the meeting room for the army generals. i tried to look for an escape point but to no avail. so i decided to just play with one of the wires. and i discovered the wires that controlled the lighting of the ship, and so i was just scaring them. at first they thought it was an enemy, but then they realised it was me. and so they shot me. twice at my heart area. and once at the backside.

i remember feeling very numb, but i could still think clearly. the next scene of my dream saw me among some friends back on land, and i managed to squeeze one bullet out of me. the other was still embedded inside. yet i had bled all that i could and the bleeding had stopped. i was struggling to live. not wanting to let go. i remember people telling me they would being me to a surgeon as soon as possible but there weren't any available at that point of time.

all that went through my mind was that i am a survivor.

woke up with my chest area hurting slightly. then i fell back into dreamland… 

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then the dream changed totally. and i was back among some secondary school friends. and there i was in the classroom learning music. and G was the teacher. we were rehearsing our parts, and then i was told to do a duet demonstration. i could feel that it was done in jest. they were "praising" me and yet at the same time making fun of me. i told them i couldn't pull it off. and indeed i didn't. going up just to make a fool of myself. i blamed it on the instrument. i remember the bow i was holding was simply a stick without any hair. and i was given a newer one. (it was a really cool instrument - a foldable cello of sorts.) i remember being given little time to master it. even held it the wrong way when i first got it. but i sounded better than on a normal cello with a hairless bow. but i still lost all techniques at playing it, even though i could read the notes as fast. and then i couldn't continue any more. and then the dream stopped.

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next i knew i was awake 7 minutes before my class starts. so i had to rush there. no time to reflect upon the dreams. but indeed such are the dreams of mine when i'm under heavy medication perhaps?

strange