I thought you guys may have gotten bored with the previous one.
I did, so I changed it. This is something I found on deviantART today.
Same colour scheme so I don't have to bother with changing the whole HTML just cuz' I got a new picture.
Anyway, there was something I wanted to remember but forgot to post it up yesterday.
Here it goes.
2 nights ago (Saturday night), I had a dream.
I was being chased down by someone along this corridor with white walls, white doors, white floors and white ceilings.
The dormitory was hauntingly empty in noon.
My feet struggled to keep me upright, as my head was converted to a battle zone. Racing down the pathway, my breath started to run short, my hair slowly pulled out of the rubberband.
Ahead, I spotted a flight of stairs.
My pursuer was only three fast steps trailing behind me, and without time to think nor had I another choice, I wrenched open the door to the stairs and threw myself in.
The man hot on my heels was without a doubt muscular, but his reflexes, I could say were below average.
Jumping down the stairs two at a time, and sometimes three if I thought all he needed to do was reach out a hand and I'd be doomed, I dared not look back.
At the second last flight of stairs, I saw a glass window looming up before me, threatening to dig into my skin if I ever followed momentum and crashed into it.
I hooked an arm around the railing where it bent, and swung myself in a wide circle. The clunky footsteps of the pursuer seemed to fade as I made the u-turn and sprinted the last flight of stair equivelant to about two stories high.
It was a downward dive. I knew that if I slipped and fell, it would be the end of me.
One last step, one more.
I touched the handle of the door ahead, lunged it open, and stepped out into the bustling world of the shopping center.
Among the crowd, I should be safe.
For now.
The story continues that there is a KFC before the flight of stairs. I saw my parents and we went to eat KFC together.
That part was redundant. No coherence whatsoever, so I left it out.
It's kind of creepy to know that I've had 2 other dreams that occurred in the same place as this one.
The first dream was just me standing at an amphitheatre. Actually, you should be able to see the amphi from the window I mentioned in the italicized text. This dream was from quite long ago, say two or three years.
I was just standing there. I remembered there was a cat or something, and I was on a spy mission or the likes. Before standing at the top of the amphi, I recall squatting in the bushes nearby and observing something.
Then I probably got hungry and walked down the giant steps to a Japanese restaurant at the foot of it beside the stairs in the italicized text. Between the stairs and the restaurant was a toilet quite spacious, about twice or thrice the size of the J-Block one.
I walked through the restaurant. It had sort of a wooden brush to its furnishings. Everything was made of wood, except, of course, the cooking utensils and the sign board which I remembered was the kind where light can be shone through.
Then I exited the restaurant and I cannot recal any further.
The second time I dreamt of this place was about a year or so ago.
I was also being chased. I also ran down the stairs. But this time, I forgot where I was being chased, and after I completed the course of stairs, i immediately headed for the toilet beside it and took refuge there.
I know, in one of my dreams, that there was this level which was completely empty. It was like an observatory, except that even though the walls were curved upwards like half a ball, they were made of glass and the ceiling which was made of concrete was flat.
I remembered running there before, but I got found out and changed my plans.
Oh! I remember something. During the dream (the italicized one), I think I was helping someone escape because he or she had something. I was with a group, but somehow got separated and they came after me. Well, one person did.
I didn't know what happened to the rest of them. I think it was very supernaturalistic.
I mean, I think I remember that we were crossing a bridge about, say 200-500 meters above ground level, and there was a flying vehicle at that height. It's like, during this time and age, no sane person would fly something that low unless they can really control it.
The technology used to created that flying vehicle (about the size of a car) must be very high-tech...
Anyway. There was a dream, quite a few years back, that I want to tell you about.
My father, my brother and I were all starving. We were short of food, and our car had broken down. I think we were kicked out of somewhere.
We saw this shopping center ahead of us, about 500 meters.
We walked for a long time and finally reached it. I don't know what happened, but we were suddenly taken for a ride where the carraige just moved parrellel to the ground, then suddenly went a steep 90 degrees turn upward to be perpendicular, then another 90 degrees till we were upside down, and another 90 degrees, and another.
Kinda freaky.
Then there was another one where somehow, I ended up in a super huge shopping center among the clothes section. It was like I just simply fell out of nowhere and landed in a pile of clothes. Apparently, falling out of nowhere is common. When I appeared on the clothes, nobody gave me a second look.
Then I wandered to the toys section. It was filled with super huge soft toys. I think I got lost.
My dreams usually have no coherence whatsoever because when I wake up, I forget at least half of it, and the important parts too...
