I had one of the most vivid dreams last night.
It has been some time since I could remember the details of my dream so clearly, and I cannot shake off the lingering feelings evoked even after disconnecting from that dream.
The dream could be split into three parts.
Even if I had it in me, I couldn't tell you how it started; these mind-spun fantasies of mine always started with a blurry opening.
I remember traipsing on a tree-shielded pathway, sidelined by tall beige buildings; apartments or condominiums. Green foliage covered me from the sunset rays of the late afternoon. I was heading towards a pavilion nestled beside trees. There were people hanging around nearby but I cannot see their faces.
The roof of the small structure blocked the fading sun from my sight as I took my place with somebody within the pavilion. We talked about something. I recalled the mention of three deaths. Three of the people whom I know.
I was then brought to the scene of the second part of my dream.
There was a car by the curb of the driveway I was standing on. Someone from inside the vehicle pulled me inside and outrageously exclaimed that I was invited to their wedding. The woman speaking was a Malay. I couldn't remember any friends with an impending wedding or any Malay friends I was intimate enough to be ushered in this manner to a banquet. Her partner was driving the vehicle and I was informed that their wedding banquet was to be held during that night itself, outside of Penang. I couldn't recall feeling shocked. I must have.
We were stuck in the traffic at Gurney Drive, which, in my dream, was a long distance from home. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted a gradient ruby. I could observe the sea from where I sat with clarity and at that moment, I felt a mixture of tranquility and contentment.
Then I was pulled to the third part of my dream.
I was sitting on a rattan chair and a huge umbrella was above me. The sea brought along coastal winds and the air smelled salty. The Malay couple was gone, replaced by two Chinese adults. One, an attractive female by the name of Anne, and the other, a man, who also happened to be my former employer.
We chatted for a while. Through our casual conversation over drinks and the view of the inky skies, I found out that Anne was the secretary to my previous boss. After that, we talked about trivial matters.
I soon forgot that I was talking in a casual manner to my former employer when Anne brought up the topic of employment. Puzzled, my gaze traveled between the two of them.
My employer or former employer gave me a proposition which left me in more bewilderment. He wanted to re-employ me. I remember feeling appreciated but also suspicious, and slightly vexed. Who was he to offer such an opportunity again? But I recall seeing his expression, which was one of remorse.
If I said yes to his offer, I cannot remember, because I was interrupted and I left my puzzling dream, or you could say that the dream left me.
In my waking moments that followed after, I felt a mixture of disgust coupled with annoyance. I cannot fathom why I would have such a dream. What is even more alarming is the fact that I'm more disturbed by the presence of my former employer than the passing of three close ones.
Could it be that the recent suicides of three K-pop stars had a certain effect on me, more than I let on? Or is it just a side effect of too much news exposure and being overly empathetic?
It has been some time since I could remember the details of my dream so clearly, and I cannot shake off the lingering feelings evoked even after disconnecting from that dream.
The dream could be split into three parts.
Even if I had it in me, I couldn't tell you how it started; these mind-spun fantasies of mine always started with a blurry opening.
I remember traipsing on a tree-shielded pathway, sidelined by tall beige buildings; apartments or condominiums. Green foliage covered me from the sunset rays of the late afternoon. I was heading towards a pavilion nestled beside trees. There were people hanging around nearby but I cannot see their faces.
The roof of the small structure blocked the fading sun from my sight as I took my place with somebody within the pavilion. We talked about something. I recalled the mention of three deaths. Three of the people whom I know.
I was then brought to the scene of the second part of my dream.
There was a car by the curb of the driveway I was standing on. Someone from inside the vehicle pulled me inside and outrageously exclaimed that I was invited to their wedding. The woman speaking was a Malay. I couldn't remember any friends with an impending wedding or any Malay friends I was intimate enough to be ushered in this manner to a banquet. Her partner was driving the vehicle and I was informed that their wedding banquet was to be held during that night itself, outside of Penang. I couldn't recall feeling shocked. I must have.
We were stuck in the traffic at Gurney Drive, which, in my dream, was a long distance from home. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted a gradient ruby. I could observe the sea from where I sat with clarity and at that moment, I felt a mixture of tranquility and contentment.
Then I was pulled to the third part of my dream.
I was sitting on a rattan chair and a huge umbrella was above me. The sea brought along coastal winds and the air smelled salty. The Malay couple was gone, replaced by two Chinese adults. One, an attractive female by the name of Anne, and the other, a man, who also happened to be my former employer.
We chatted for a while. Through our casual conversation over drinks and the view of the inky skies, I found out that Anne was the secretary to my previous boss. After that, we talked about trivial matters.
I soon forgot that I was talking in a casual manner to my former employer when Anne brought up the topic of employment. Puzzled, my gaze traveled between the two of them.
My employer or former employer gave me a proposition which left me in more bewilderment. He wanted to re-employ me. I remember feeling appreciated but also suspicious, and slightly vexed. Who was he to offer such an opportunity again? But I recall seeing his expression, which was one of remorse.
If I said yes to his offer, I cannot remember, because I was interrupted and I left my puzzling dream, or you could say that the dream left me.
In my waking moments that followed after, I felt a mixture of disgust coupled with annoyance. I cannot fathom why I would have such a dream. What is even more alarming is the fact that I'm more disturbed by the presence of my former employer than the passing of three close ones.
Could it be that the recent suicides of three K-pop stars had a certain effect on me, more than I let on? Or is it just a side effect of too much news exposure and being overly empathetic?
I read this from a book: dreams are bad things that you wish would not happen in real life, so they manifested into scenes in your dream. Human brain experiences dreams as if experiencing memories, and therefore these "things" would be recorded as "the past". The past is past and it won't harm you anymore. So we dream: and mostly unpleasant ones.
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