Alright. Let's jump right to it. Just like everyone, I have dreams when I'm asleep. BUT, the dreams I dream are straight-up bizarre. They are plain weird, so much so that I still remember them vividly to this day, for better or for worse.
I've bottled up these dreams within me for years. I've only recounted them to a few trustworthy people 'cause I if I had told them to everyone, I would've been judged beyond oblivion and ostracized from society. Also, years ago, I was told by a good friend of mine that you should never share your dreams with anyone because a demonologist once told her that such dreams may end up coming true. Considering the current state of the world, a dinosaur resurrection or planetary collision wouldn't make any difference. It isn't beyond the realm of possibility. In fact, it would zest things up and brighten this monochrome world.
So, after a lot of deliberation [not really], I've come to the conclusion that I should reveal to the world the inner workings of my daft brilliant mind. I'm just gonna spill everything and make you all die in embarrassment with me. Let's suffer together 💜💜💜💜.
I'm kidding. Please don't judge me.
One of the first memorable dreams I had was when I was 4 or 5 years old. In summary, the dream involved Batman and Robin chasing my mother and me. Why did they hate our innocent souls so much? It's because I touched their furniture without their permission. I know. I know. I should've been courteous and waited for the duo to arrive but the furniture was begging to be touched. Don't blame me.
Superheroes are people who are supposed to save and comfort you. It was the exact opposite for this dumb child. I remember my father was busy watching Spider-Man 2 on the telly once. I walked in, saw Spider-man's face, screamed a loud as heck scream and jumped onto my father's lap to save myself from the monstrosity I had just witnessed. Instead of being a considerate parent, my father ignored my neighbourhood-waking freakout and continued watching the film. Looking back, I don't blame him. If I were him, I too would've proceeded to watch the film and not care about some stupid, attention-seeking child.
Let's move on to the next iconic dream. In this one, I am a child who is bored. So bored that I end up taking interest in this little lizard crawling about on a tube light [Did I seriously not have anything better to do??]. The lizard then jumps onto my face and begins crawling all over it mindlessly. My parents, instead of helping, laugh at me while I cry in fear. A very dark dream indeed.
Another one of my favourite strangest dreams was my time with the Scooby-Doo gang. Please don't ask how I landed in such a situation. As I'm talking to them, we notice this dark figure in a cloak menacingly approach us from the distance. Considering how frightening that thing was, the logical decision would have been to run away as far as possible. What do we do? We come up with the ground-breaking idea of just standing there, waiting for that thing to approach us. It reaches us after, like, 72 hours and proceeds to slap us one by one. We all die after receiving a single slap from the creature. Not gonna lie, I was quite disappointed. Why a slap of all things? It would've been way cooler if that thing killed us using black magic or something. Talk about wasted opportunities....
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| Here is an actual photo of me screaming my heart out after stepping on a Lego |
Speaking of lizards, there's this other dream that depicts the excellence of my mind. In this dream, I and my classmates are playing at a friend's house. The fun quickly comes to an end when we see a T-Rex invade the city through the window. You know, the wisest thing to do in such a situation would be to hide. We were in a pretty safe spot actually. We were on the topmost floor in a high-rise building.
Guess what we end up doing? We run out of the building and escape into the open. Literally the worst possible thing you could do at such a time. But, hey, don't blame us. There was no parent to prevent us from behaving like dumb children. To go unnoticed, I then hide in the public toilet. I see this other boy and tell him to hide too. A very wise decision on my part. I mean, even Mr. Dinosaur wouldn't dare to come near such a hellhole.
I don't know how that particular dream ended though. Perhaps the dino made a scrumptious meal out of me. If that weren't the case, the stench from the toilets would've probably killed me. What a way to go.
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