Bus Ride

Being punctual is important to me, but I'm constant late for appointments. When I was little, I used to be late for school. Now, I dream of being late for school every now and then. I have no idea where I was heading in this dream, but school is definitely not it.

A sbs-bus stops in front of me, I got up with a few other passengers. The bus is not crowded, there are a few empty seats to choose from. Slowly, I walked to the back of the bus and took the seat by the window.

Looking out the window as the bus continue on it's pre-determined route, a sense of familiarity came over me. (I must admit that the places I see, does not make sense to me at all when I'm awake. There is no such place, at least not what I remembered) Next thing I know, the bus is filled to the brim. Instinctively, I reached for the bell. The bus slowed to a stop. When I stood up from my seat, I realised that it is too crowded for me to move an inch. A few passengers got off the bus, and it starts to move.

Too late! I've missed my stop. (It was important for me to drop at this bus-stop. I was gonna transfer to the MRT. The next bus-stop is rather far) The bus continued on, ignoring me. I got off at the next stop, spotting a MRT station. Not knowing where I am, I checked the route map. Wrong choice again! This is a LRT station, (Non-existing in real life) I would have to take the LRT to a MRT station which brings me further away from my destination. Before I bang my head on the wall, I've decided to take a bus back to the missed bus-stop.

I had to cross the street to take the bus. A craving for candy came over me, so I went to the 7-11 beside the bus-stop to grab some.

I woke up before the bus came.........

My analysis of my inner self:
It is important for me to be on time. A little perfectionist in me causes me to check my stuff again and again just before I leave home. But the forgetfulness in me almost always causes me to forget something :P. Therefore I am often late. My friends doesn't know that I actually feel really bad about it, because I always seem unapologetic, actually I didn't want myself to sink into the feeling of frustration about myself.
What I cannot show in public, seeps into my subconscious mind and become my dreams. I always felt nervous when I dream that I was gonna be late. Despite all my effort to make it in time in my dreams, I would almost always fail.

My Beloved

A few years ago, I woke up with tears in my eyes. I was crying in my sleep. Not just tears rolling down my cheeks, but the weeping kind of crying. I lyed there in bed, trying hard to remember my dream, as I've never felt such strong sense of sadness. I felt as if I've lost something really important, but I couldn't remember.

It took me a while before bits and pieces of the dream came back to me :

It was sunny day, and I was spending the day at home lazing around. A man walked up to me and talked to me. He was a familiar man, giving out an aura of peacefulness and calmness. He was my god-father. Talking slowly and caringly, like he always, with a smile on his face.

Then suddenly, something felt weird, a thought came to me. The man in front of me is not alive. He is not a man, more like a spirit. It was then, that I realised, my god-father had passed away. I started to cry, both in my sleep an in reality. Before long, I woke up.

No, I was not visited by the spirit of my god-father. He was well and alive then. He lived a few years more before he died while taking a shower at home. But that sadness was real... I've always knew that he had a special place in my heart, just never knew how special.

He knew me since I was a baby. Much of my childhood memories has something to do with him. When I recall the moments we had together, I couldn't help it but smile. For all the bad things that had ever happened to me, I was still glad that he was in my life.

Every evening he would whistle at the door to let us know that he is home. When I stay over during my holidays, I look forward to that whistle every day. Then I would rush to the door and jump into his arms. He would pick me up and talked to me in his usual calm and happy manner. We would have dinner together and he would carry me by the kitchen window to wait for the ice-cream man to come by.

I still think of him constantly. He has been the most important man in my life. I wish I could have a few more years with him; I wish I could have taken better care of him during his old days; I wish my future children could have a chance to know him; I wish........

Pragnant April

A pregnant girl (Let's call her April) is having labour pain, her water just broke. There is no one at home with her, she couldn't find anyone around to help her. Fear, Anxiety and Confusion filled the air.
Her god-mother arrived at the house to find her in a state of panic, comforted her and help send her to the hospital.
April gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby (I couldn't tell if the baby was a girl or a boy).

Flashes of images :
- April's boyfriend (Let's call him Patrick) is holding a woman's hand, smiling.
- Patrick is at the Registrar of Marriage with a woman, they are getting married, happy.

Patrick is visiting April in the hospital ward, with a woman beside him. She is average looking, gentle lady. Without looking at the baby, Patrick is talking to April (This dream happened to be silent). April starts to cry as Patrick turns and walk away with the average looking lady.

Lost, Confused, Alone : intense feeling which stayed with me when I woke up from the dream.

Moral of the Dream :
I couldn't figure this one out. Could anyone help me with this?

My analysis of my inner-self:
I realised that, subconciously, I really missed my god-mother. I think I'll go visit her this weekend. After my beloved god-father passed away some years ago, she has lost some weight. She must be lonely too.

Selena Obsessed Man

A sofisticated man (let's call him Adam) would roam the streets looking for a good looking girl. When he find his target, he would talk to her and impress her with his knowledge and charm.

The girl (let's call her Candy) is thrilled when Adam told her that he would train her to be a charming lady. He would teach her to dress, walk, talk like a lady.

After numerous lessions, Candy has become prettier. She now knows how to put on make-up, pick the right dress. Feeling grateful, she tried to surprise Adam by dolling up. When Adam saw her, he mocked her, telling her it was ugly. Hurt, but Candy never stop trying, she keep changing herself to appeal to Adam. She is still trying........

Adam could never find Candy pretty. He liked her because she resembled Selena. Everything he taught her was to make her more n more like Selena.

Moral of the Dream :
When you try to be someone else's dream, your's will probably never come true.