Weird Dreams Weird Times

I got caught in a wave, a weird tidal wave of life.
I swam hard against it, thinking that if I had my eyes focused on the buoy,
even if i stayed on the same spot after swimming for months,
I would be ok.

Nope. Fat hope. Haha...
I'm only human.

I swam and I swam. I did.
Even then, I swam but I just didn't believe it would get me anywhere.

Different people threw me life buoys, I refused to hold on.
I looked ahead, and I said, no... that's the one I want.
I used to be there, and now I got swept away, and I'm going back!

Fat hope.
The tide of life takes you for a ride, and sometimes yes, you can paddle and paddle all you want, based on your own judgement, your own decisions. And still, you find yourself moving backwards.

Like Jonah. He tried to run. But it didn't work... and it brought down the people around him as well. Innocent people trying to live their lives right in their own tidal waves.

I still look back at that buoy, my heart goes out to it. But...

I had dreams, I have dreams. And I have someone to paddle with me.
Paddle Pop we must!

I had two weird dreams in the short span on one night.
I remember them rather clearly, they kinda morphed into each other.

In the dream I found myself alone going to and from SG's press conference, I met J both ways, and he made me sign the CD at a small print of my name where I did back-up vocals. Then I met a sponsor for headphones, who was very passionate about her product. She took out one of them headphones, I can't remember what it was called, but it was a cool device that she stuck into (both) my ears and it had extra wires which fitted snugly onto my forehead and upper lip and chin. On these three areas it had a mini vibrator which gently vibrated as the music was played... if you played rock music, you'd want to groove along with the vibrations. If you played soothing music, you felt you could sleep.

And for some reason, I was in a rush back to somewhere.

That somewhere turned out to be a forested area. There I met two other people. I vaguely remember them all being related to the music industry, and this weird girl who seemed to take a fancy to me and kept trying to get me to follow her. She gave me a comb. A comb that had very little teeth.

Then I was at a party, it was a party in a house. And I was real bored. I wanted to borrow a guitar. I went into one of the rooms and saw a guitar... then decided to ring up this pan-asian guy friend who lived in the room. I seem to know him, but now that I'm awake I'm not sure I do. While I was in the room his phone rang, and I saw that the caller ID showed a name I was familiar with.

In the middle of the party, I got an SMS from my manager. Asking me for a bible verse... a verse I apparently quoted at a meeting, that she wanted to hold me responsible for. Not in a bad way, but in a way that means "since you're so righteous, I want to make a note of it. So that the day you fall waywards, I'll bring up this verse to remind you."

I eventually met my pan-asian guy friend and the girl whose name appeared on the caller ID. and it seems my instincts were right, and the world is PUNY, not small. And that the weirdest things happen whenever humans come into contact with humans, and almost nothing is worth being surprised over although we still reel back in shock and horror all the time.

And by and by I guess the dream ended and now I'm awake.

I'm awake.

My parents are at Qian Xiang's wake.

I looked at his FB the other day... and I think its nice, how he was active on FB, and in a way left a bit of a legacy behind. He was extremely well-liked, good-looking and not the sort who used his good looks to smother girls or get his way with things.

Nothing we say can bring him back.
But I'm sure he's in a much bigger beautiful universe now,
where one day in heaven is a hundred years on earth.

So he won't miss us, but we'll miss him.


(oh yes, if there is a Joseph the dream interpreter amongst my readers...
and God has given you a story to tell me from my dreams. I would be most delighted!)