Weird Slumber TV.

Guys, I had the most strange dream last night.

It's so twisted and what's more twisted about it is that it had a twist in the end.

Note to self: No more Twisties before bed.

Ok, that was a joke. But whatever I'm gonna tell now is the real deal.

I dreamt about dreaming about meeting Thierry Henry.

I mean WOAH.

Oh Allah Almighty, is it THAT far of a notion that I would get to meet one of my most favourite players, in person, that I needed to have a dream ABOUT having a dream of meeting him in the flesh?

This is how it started. I have to warn you though, high football content inside.

I suddenly found myself on the sidelines, and this player was on a stretcher. There were these two unknown physios and Arsenal's Gary Lewin carrying the stretcher. They were holding on to 3 ends of it and they were looking at me to hold the 4th one. So I did, and carried the player all the way down the tunnel but I was stopped abruptly in the middle of the tunnel.

I proceeded to pitch level, but on the way there I saw Arsene Wenger arguing with a woman something about Arsenal 2 - 1 Wigan. When I approached him, he gave me a "Awwww, what do we have here?" look with a smile and started ruffling my hair like I was some kid.

When I did get to pitch level, I saw that it had this very queer resemblance to Choa Chu Kang stadium except the surroundings after the parameters were VERY different. The whole stadium was empty and right in front of me was a dirty, white ball with an FA Cup label on it.

I turned my head to the tunnel entrance and there he was in person - Thierry Henry!

But if Thierry Henry was how he was in my dream, I wouldn't want to meet him.

I asked him if I could bring the ball home. He said "Yes" in his French accent and surprisingly kicked the ball over a fence.

After this, he said very unnaturally, "DON'T WORRY, BOY. I'LL GET IT FOR YOU."

Well, he did and he high-fived me. -.- But boy, his palm was huge.

Suddenly it rained and I found myself thrusted into a very similar environment: West Coast Drive! My hometown.

The ball suddenly flew into these strangely designed HDB flats. I panicked and went straight to the 'void deck'. There, I found a lift landing and waited for the lift. You'll never guess who came out of the lift.

ROBBIE KEANE AND MARTIN JOL. Jol was ranting to Keane about shooting less or something.

I went up the lift to some unknown floor ( I didn't press anything )...I got out and I remembered distinctly making a left turn into a corridor. I walked a few feet forward and suddenly I was sucked into this provision shop with these two guys and a woman.

The 3 of em' were speaking Italian but I could understand it. Why?

Because there were freakin' subtitles hanging in mid air!

It all took another detour to the occult when they started talking Malay in an Indonesian accent. One of the men, who had this curly, long hair proceeded into the backroom to do "prayers". Apparently, the two guys were Muslim, because I followed the other man out of the store and he said "Assalamualaikum" which means "peace be upon you" and it's mostly said when meeting someone, leaving someone or entering a house.

I left the building and it was night time.

Suddenly, I was teleported into another void deck.

This emo girl was beside me and she kept brushing up against me with this errr.....horny look.

I fled, turning left around the corner....and right into a whole party of emo girls, all looking extremely turned on or something.

I don't know if it was me who turned them on or if they were already turned on or if there were in a perpetual state of constant promisciousness, I have absolutely no idea.

Maybe I turn emo girls on or something. ALLAH FORBID.

I kept running and all of a sudden, I ran into this boy who was on the computer.
There was this whole row of boys playing on computers, just like a cybercafe; an outdoor LAN shop.

This boy reacted badly to my kinetic encounter. He showed this "spoilt, rich kid" attitude which I hate so badly. I just wanted to slit his throat.

But for an apparent reason, once again out of MY control, I just walked off.

Ok, here's the thing that really pushes the border of just weird to the REALLY weird.

I 'woke up'.

And it felt freakin' real.

I could really feel my disappointment of seeing football players but realising it was all just a dream. Damn, if this was a composition, this would be the part where I would get zero marks.

In this 'alternate reality', I would say, I was soon waiting for a school bus downstairs ( again, I don't know how but I just knew ).

I boarded the bus and it was packed full of my friends. There weren't any seats. It was just this very tight space that I got teleported into. It was roughly the size of the lower deck of a two-storey bed. I could only recall Cheewai, Cellie, Han and Hidayat.

I gathered with them and they started havin' a banter about "Arsenal sucks". I tried to talk but some dream-driven, unseen force was keeping me from it.

They stopped talking at some point of time, and I gained the ability to speak. I told the guys about my 'dream' that I had. I was talking and they were very bored and started ignoring me. Cheewai was yawning, I distinctly remembered. However, Yat was listening, albeit phasing in and out of consciousness, it seems. I almost gave up telling them and I turned my head to the right and it was all black.

I turned my head towards Yat, and suddenly, right beside me, was Theo Walcott....and he said "Yeah, I hear ya, man." Hidayat turned into Theo Walcott.

WtF factor 10!

Suddenly (count correctly how many times I use this to get a cookie), I heard my dad say, "Wake up, wake up and do your prayers."

This time I can tell I REALLY woke up. Because I was in my room. And there weren't any Arsenal players within a 6000km radius.

Phew.

This dream definitely goes into my list of best dreams I ever had. A list that consists of dreams about:

1) This blonde girl who died in my arms and I really cried and it screwed my manliness up (read: dreamS) I affectionately call her "Teh Gurl". :)

2) A dream about taking this very special girl to the movies one night which turned into a lucid dream when she did....something.

3) That dream I had some time ago about that girl who called me "Daddy" when it was in the middle of some war.

4) Oh yeah, the very realistic dream about being in the toilet and taking a leak. Yes, it was so realistic, I had to take an early bath at about 2 in the morning. Gives a whole new meaning to the term "wet dream".

Sometimes, dreams are so amusing ( or the aftermath ) that I remember them, sometimes in full detail. There are definitely more dreams I can remember, because they were especially outstanding, mainly because I felt genuine emotion during or after them. Some so coterminous to the macabre, I can't even begin to describe it in words. If somehow there is a machine for watching people's dreams, I would be more than happy to let you guys have a look at mine. :) My dreams range from "for 1 year and up" to R-21 content. Please bring your IC when that day comes.

Anyway, note to self:

1) Go to the Emirates Stadium in London to meet Arsenal players when the opportunity arises.
2) Ignore dream's perspective of Thierry Henry.
3) Stay away from emo girls.
4) Learn Italian.
5) Visit Teh Gurl's grave. :(

Transition to Mars.

Finally!

Today's the day we get our course postings.

Well, I got my 3rd choice, which is Mechatronic Engineering. My first and second choices were Mass Communications and Digital Visual Effects respectively.

Well, at least it was worth a shot.

I wish everyone well in their courses and I hope they will move on to succeed from this. :)


Something else happened today too.

Did anyone feel the tremors today?

There was an earthquake somewhere in Sumatra. This one registered 6.6 on the Richter scale and thank goodness there weren't any tsunamis.

I didn't feel anything at all. I think it's because I was sitting down and airdrumming along some Iron Maiden.

Everyone knows I have a full moon that could eclipse the whole solar system. Heck, I think I could save a car crash with my rear.

Thank you God, for making me bootylicious. Stand aside, Fergie!

Ok, no more butts. I stand behind this promise.

Oopsie.

Even though we all got our postings and all, I still don't know what to expect from Poly life.

I mean, we've been through a rather robotic experience in education. The difference between primary school and secondary school for me is, well, puberty. Although, looking at the size and maturity of our juniors lately, I may need to change this mindset.

Look at the Sec 1s, dudes and dudettes. Some of them look like freakin' toddlers! The last time I went back to Unity, I saw these pipsqueak boys playing catch in the canteen and one of em's screaming in an awefully high pitch. The basketball courts were dominated by more pipsqueaks. I swear, it's a whole flippin' tribe.

I hope the government or some big body (ugh.) realises that Singaporean kids are gettin' dangerously tiny.

One day, we Singaporeans will be renowned for creating a generation of baby-faced, vertically-challenged and shrill-voiced people. And then the Ang Mohs will attack us and do evil scientific experiments on us. And before we know it, we'll have our sovereignity taken away and be forced to live in mushrooms and wear socks on our heads and the experiments will turn our skins blue...

I really hope to see a change in Poly, even though I will most probably contribute to the pipsqueak community in Ngee Ann (I hope not). Anyway, going back to Unity was quite a morale booster. It's quite an experience to be towering over those students although you're not much either. :)

Well, earlier I said that primary and secondary education's routine. What I meant was that we followed an unvarying procedure almost everyday and that we were required to don uniforms.

POLY'S ONE HECK OF A CHANGE, BUGGA!

No more uniforms and no more C3P0-ing through the day. Freedom!

Which means more headaches for me, the fashion guy.

Sure it's gonna force me to be more creative, but I'm insecure on what I should wear, what colours clash and what match. You know, THAT kinda stuff. I guess that effectively classifies me as "geek". :)

Poly also presents a platform for a manly discussion - girls.

I've lost count of how many times people come to me saying "Hey, Poly girls are hot."

"Hey, let's go Poly X coz there's a lot of chiobus in there."

I didn't know girls were THAT compelling. Be still, my raging hormones.


Well, all of that (yes, including above the girls thing) can wait. I've been told we're gonna start on April 15, which still leaves us some time to be free. So come, my friends. It's been long since we've gathered for football.

LET'S JOGA BONITO, DAMN IT.

Ahhhhh...yes..never have liberty been so great. For now, I'm gonna spend my time the same....sleeping my mornings away, vacuuming the house on alternate days, playing the guitar, being on the computer, watching The Nanny reruns at my gramps at night.....

And repeating that cycle.. :)

So much slacking to do, so little time.