Posted on 24 May, 2016 in Emo, Jabbers, Thoughts

The other night I had a nightmare that was ridiculously vividly realistic that I woke up trembling for a good few minutes. It was a combination of two separate segments. In the first one, I was at some sort of water park. Obviously I wasn’t riding any turbulent rides but was just chilling on a buoy in a small pool. There were gentle waves. I was dreamily thinking of what cocktail to order: a pina colada, or a Long Island Ice tea? And suddenly, out of nowhere, this weird wave was approaching us. It’s skinny and tall instead of… short and fat like the usual ones. I was still mesmerized at the strangeness of the wave when he suddenly grabbed my buoy and screamed: RUN! (I guess he meant “SWIM”?) It was only seconds later when this wall of water erupted from that seemingly gentle wave and collapsed on us. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t even have time to feel scared. My last thought was: Can I ride this wave to the land just like in movies?


And somehow, we were strolling on the street of a pretty small town. It was a beautiful day. And out of nowhere, that beautiful blue sky was no longer beautiful nor blue. There were several columns of dark, ominous smoke shooting up from the horizon to the sky. People were screaming, and we were hustled to some sort of safety room in the basement of a house. (And I was like WTF why does this peaceful town have such safety rooms???). There were a couple one-way windows in the room, so we could see the outside, but couldn’t be seen. The door to the safety room was shut, locked, and chained. I looked outside, and one of the smoke columns started to wiggle. I couldn’t believe in my eyes… it was a freaking dragon, like the one in Disney’s Sleeping Beauty. Several people were panicking. Some babies started to cry. Then my companion decided to open the one-way window so he could run outside to take a clearer look at the dragon. And that’s when I started to panic. I called out for him but he was already too far to hear me. I tried to open the window but several people held me down. As I was lying on the floor, I suddenly smelled something so bad ; and somehow I knew it was the dragon coming near. Oh my gosh, did it eat him alive?

I’ve always wondered how our brains generated dreams. Some dreams I can kind of get why I had them because they would be linked to an upcoming or recent event. But this kind of ridiculous nightmare with dragons and some weird Tsunami-wave on a Lazy pool??? Maybe I should pick up a book about sleeps, dreams, and nightmares.



And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about. – Haruki Murakami