The purpose of the Dream post was to actually express my dreams which I have been having this few days. Just so you know, I’m not that type of person who normally dreams. Like really. About the previous post, I pretty much got strayed from my main topic, so I shall continue here on a different post instead.
Okay let’s start.
I had a dream. Perhaps, more of a nightmare. It was easier to remember nightmares rather than a sweet dream, and even if I do happen to remember, chances are, I’m not writing that in public. Dreams of any sort, are easily forgotten. Perhaps even the most frightening nightmare could be clearly forgotten within half an hour. Though the idea still remains, the details are missed out. When I do happen to dream of something extraordinarily weird, I try my hardest to remember the details, be it a sweet dream, or even a nightmare. I always have the urge to express a weird dream to someone.
This dream, nightmare to be exact, was seemingly very familiar. The night was still, purple clouds swirling upon the sky, not in such a clichéd way that it was swirling in a circle in which you normally see in the movies. Rather, it was stochastic, in a sense that those thick dense cloud would displace to any direction without the aid of wind. That, I remember clearly.
Time setting, I couldn’t be too sure. Was it late evening? Or was it perhaps in pass midnight? When the sky was dyed an abnormal colour of eggplant purple, who could tell? The place was ironically the front parking lot of the MBF (Malaysia Business Forum) just located a few meters from my grandparent’s house. I could remember. This was not the first time I had this dream. However, it was not a repeat. Rather, it was more like a sequel to my older dream. Strange. That very dream made me recalled back the older nightmare which I had almost completely forgotten. As I said, details are usually left out.
However, these are what I remembered; I was walking back to my grandparent’s house through the back alley of the MBF tower. It was a shortcut that we always used. This time however, we were walking by foot, together with a few unknowns which I’m failing to remember. The exterior design of the place changed drastically. The settings was divergent, where it becomes more like the back alley you see in a movies. Dark, silent, with a gate with chains at the very end of the alley. To the right, there was yet another pathway, but again, there was an iron gate with chains all over it. Towards the left however, there was a door leading to the tower. I remember, that I was trying to break open the front gate but with no succession.
Have you ever had the feeling that when your mind is so focused into doing something, that something from behind might just be watching you? That was exactly the feeling. When you start to notice, things might already be too late. I turned back immediately, but in reality, there was always nothing except my imaginations playing tricks on me. Unfortunately, I’m away from reality at that moment. So as you might guess, there was something behind. It was a dark, black figure, much like a silhouette. A figure that closely resembles a hound, or more precisely, a rottweiler. The eyes were glowing a sinister red. That was as close as I can descriptively explain about the looks.
When one was bad enough, more and more started to appear. They have variation on their bodies. The size, shape and appearances looked more gruesome and strange. Running away was the only thing that would come to mind. We ran and ran, but at the very end, there was more of those waiting at the end. To all corners, there was more, until a place where the gates with chains appears to be the only hope of escaping. Then that’s where desperation of breaking the chains open even though you know it’s next to impossible comes in. There was in fact, noting else you could do, when you’re surrounded with hundreds of this dire, horrific hound-like creature, each with bloodthirsty red eyes craving for a bite each at you.
When all hope seems lost, to the extend where you’re just a split second away from mental death, you are rescued. Saved by the one who’s responsible for the horror experience – your brain. Shifting back to reality, everything will be at peace and serenity. Except that your heart still pounds with all its might from the devastation from its close family, the brain. Wonder what kind of relationship those organs have.
A few moment later, the brain compensates for its earlier game by making itself forget about it. It fades away, and leaves no trace. Until your playful brain decides to repeat its action, or better yet, make a sequel to it’s game.
Now, things may start different. For this, I remember starting inside a public bus. Time setting was late evening instead. The sky gave a purplish glow yet again, but with a highlight of orange this time. Things were pretty peaceful and calm. A bit too calm. The passengers were as if they had their souls vacuumed out. They looked pale, as if petrified to turn gray. That didn’t bother me for some reason. If it was reality, it sure would. My stop was ironically, the MBF tower. Why? I have not the slightest clue. I was with another 3 person whom I don’t remember. The funny thing is, I don’t remember being with anyone in the bus. Upon reaching, things started to look familiar. VERY familiar. Too familiar, in fact. The sky was the same, every setting was similar to the previous dream! Fear started to strike. It’s as if you’re getting trapped the second time.
A shadow slithers by from the alley, and what do you know? It’s the bloodthirsty hound again. This time, they weren’t in packs, it was alone. I remember wrestling with it this time. It was strong and full of stamina. One of the unknown person who was following me took over and tackled the beast head on to the point where it was unable to stood up. 2 other unknowns escaped to the side door of the tower. Then, I ran to the alley and things started looking more and more familiar. I literally remembered a dream inside my own dream! How often do you get that?
I remember deciding to make a turn to that unknown door which was left unexplored in my previous dream. About 50 meters ahead, there was a another door that seemingly spell freedom from the horror. I ran as fast and swiftly as I could. Motion became slower and slower, as if time was fooling with me. Then the ceiling collapse in an instant when I was just about to reach. Again, the brain just loves to play with you. You’re shifted back to reality and everything but your heart is fine.
Dreams. They are truly, truly strange. What you experience in a dream in just unexplainable. Why did I get those dream? Hounds? MBF Tower? How does those two even relate? No, I don’t hate dogs or ever tortured a dog to deserve them nightmarishly coming back at me.
Dreams are just weird. Period.
