remember how easy it used to be..
.. to dream?
to want to reach for the moon
and not have anything hinder or slash your dreams?
i’m finding it increasingly hard to do that..
to dream.
an experienced person once told me,
“Never stop dreaming, or life stops.”
i find that to be rather true.
that is because we then have got nothing to look forward to
nothing to aspire to be..
nothing to work towards.
and thats when your life falls apart
your soul starts to slip away from u like jell-o sliding off a spoon
and at the end of it, all u see around u, are just remnance of the past, of other people’s future and what others expect of you.
dont u think it was so easy to just sit and dream,
dream of what u want of yourself for the future?
this cruel world, however, tends to block our vision of the sky
every step we take only adds a brick to the wall at the corner of your eyes
so that at the end of it, all u see is a tunnel vision
but every now and again, u meet people or come across things that takes a brick or two away
and those are really precious moments where a little extra bit of light seeps thru
speaking of dreams,
i had a nightmare
it aint any ordinary nightmare.
let me story you….
“i enter a room, and the room looks familiar.. i’m searching for something.. something that is very important and i’m impatient to find it.. but yet its not anywhere to be found.. and a friend walks in and tells me, its right there in the room.. and she points to a short bookshelf at the foot of the bed..
suddenly, i find myself outdoors.. there’s an old shed beside me… trees around me but i’m in a clearing.. i see myself being blindfolded by a group of kids.. there were boys and girls.. and we start playing a game of Blindfolded Catch.. i hear the kids’ laughter, i hear them running, i SEE them running.. and then i feel myself being back in my body reaching out to catch the little children running around.. i can hear them.. i know they are near.. i hear a little girl right in front of me.. so i reach out to grab her.. but there was nothing there.. and i suddenly realize that, i am all alone.. the children were spirits.. but i still hear them laughing their happy little laughter..
i’m suddenly back in the room, and i find the thing that i’m looking for.. it is a magazine..”
thats when i got up..
somehow in my dreams, when i realized that there were no children there but i could still hear them, my spine went COLD
its not how u feel a shiver running down your spine..
literally, my spine went cold..
from the inside out
and that was the freakiest thing i have ever felt..
nothing has ever freighten me more than that dream
and when i open my eyes, i see 3 white water like streams running down the left side of the air con..
it looked like the air con was bleeding something white..
they were not shadows.. i’m on the 16th floor..
and i had absolute certainty that i needed to burn that particular magazine..
coincidentally, the mag was just brought into the house by me earlier on in the day.
from the room, i could feel a figure squatting over the bag that contained the magazine
it was cold, grey, blue and bald with odd long legs..
it looked as though it was tied up and thrown into some place that was water based
its not the first time i’m seeing this figure..
the last time i saw it in the room was when it used its fingernail to scratch the bottom of my right feet at 7 in the morning…
the bedside lamp was quickly turned on..
the white streams went away.. just like that..
and just when i pulled myself up to a sitting position,
the bed broke in half..
from head to foot, right down the centre..
the screws that were holding the bed was split clean in halves
the only way anything like that could happen was if there was super heavy weight on the bed..
(i’m not that fat, damnit)
the spirit had climbed onto the bed..
i went into the hall, the cat went still and stared at one particular spot in the hall..
so did the fishes in the small fish tank..
i go to the couch, and i smell strong incense (like someone burning potpourri)
i switched on the tv..
blasted the volumn and waited for sunrise..
thank god sunrise was only half an hour away..
every time after that, when i looked at the bag that contained the magazine,
i get goosebumps all over my body..
sounds like fiction huh..
well it happened to me
so, as expected, i wont be sleeping anytime before sunrise for the next few days..
i’m afraid to sleep..
a kind of fear that’s so new its scary in itself..
apparently, i’ve got a spirit clinging on to my ankles
and it wants help
GOD HELP ME!
