Love Nightmare

Well, although someone has posted an entry about a dreadful dream, this post was certainly not inspired by that. The main reason why this entry was created was because, in my version of a dreadful dream, I thought to myself and decided that I should blog about something (don't get me? Simply read on). However, the style of that entry mentioned earlier would be used since it was simply appropriate =)

Scene 1
I'm not too sure how it exactly happened, but the first scene I remember was that I was with a group of christian friends in a HUGE shopping complex with white tiles and blue + mostly brown (due to wood being used) walls. For all the people present, I knew everyone though I never knew anyone in real life - or at least this was what I recalled.

Scene 2
From there, we went to another part of the shopping centre. The images I got here are quite blurry although the main gist of it was that we simply moved (or rather, walked) from one part in the shopping to another, chatting about something-I-can't-recall.

Scene 3
There was this seemingly-known-but-totally-unknown girl (SKBTUG) whom I already knew though I've never seen her before in my entire life. She was pretty chatty (although I have no idea or recollection about what she was chatting about) and friendly and we were chatting from time to time, together with the other people present. We were also heading to church within the shopping complex. Somewhere at the highest floor of that white-tiled cum blue+brown-walled shopping complex, I came before this wall with lots of doors on them. I supposed it was the main entry of the church. As we entered, the surroundings of that supposed church was similar to that of an auditorium just that it had two screens on the left and right of the stage. Strangely, although we were going to church, we walked out after barely 3 minutes.

Scene 4
The whole big group walked out of the building and down an escalator within the shopping complex. And for some strange reason, it seemed as if that SKBTUG was on super good terms with me, and she held my hand (note to the only other cookie: Hey, it was a dream! I had totally no control over it since the dream dictated the facts). And at that point in time I was a little surprised at the seemingly-close-but-totally-stranger-like closeness.

Scene 5
The whole group was just walking and I was just tagging along, with the whole group chatting with one another, and it was only at this point where that SKBTUG stopped holding my hand after a minute since the previous scene and she told me something that contained the following points (I can't remember what was said exactly)

- Although we were very good friends, there's nothing much between us
- Holding hands mean nothing at all

Thoughts I had at that point in time:
- What? Is this her way of bringing about the thought of breaking up with me?
- Oh man... don't tell me this is happening again!!! (ie. history repeating itself)

As to what history it was, strangely, the dream had already pieced together a piece (duh?) of history that I had:

Once upon a time, the only present other cookie was attached with me. And somehow, she broke off with me by stating that although we were holding hands, happily chatting and the fact that we were very happy, it does not indicate that we were together. And that was how she left me (Thinking about it [nope, this is not part of the dream, but me considering it in reality], that's a strange way of ending a relationship).

At that point in time, I was feeling somewhat disappointed and yet I didn't really feel disappointed because that was a friend that I barely came to fully-knowing for the past few minutes

Scene 6
The group reached the bus stop and I was confused about the fact that holding hands and chatting and feeling close do not mean that the two parties are attached. And hence, I (aha, I recall someone I know in the dream now...) went over to melvin to speak to him about this confusion I had. He was blur too. And hence, I decided that I should blog about this concept to ask all the female readers of by blog whether this is a normal girl phenomenon.

And then, I woke up. I was never so relieved this year that it was a dream considering that my usual nightmares are exactly opposite of this one. And what I recall of reality was that I woke up at 9:00 a.m. and decided to snooze for 5 more minutes but it ended up as a 25 minute snooze. Hmmm, it's interesting how the brain can churn out a crappy dream/nightmare in just 25 minutes with amazing detail (the detail are more on the surroundings, people and decor of the place).

Conclusion: I'm only glad it's a dream.