Pots of Gold

1. The "Illusions·Fatal" Pot
   if i could draw out the images (or rather, the series of images) in my head, i would. but i can't, so i won't. :P a drawing expert i am not, but here's the outline of the story. in the midst of a rainforest, i was armed with a sniper rifle going around killing everyone i saw. only the rifle didn't operate like a normal one, but was somehow connected to my brain activity (or rather, my vision). in other words, as soon as i looked into someone's eyes and eye contact was made, his head would fall off. it was a clean cut, like lasers chopping off head. and it did a darn good job at that too. couldn't remember any bloody mess (or any emotional attachments/guilt conscience as if it's such a normal activity that there's no right or wrong to it), but at the very end of it, when it was time to move on to the next level and you know you've accomplished the "mission" (whatever the mission might be -_-) -- before i moved on to the next level, i reached the other end of the river with my rifle hanging loosely over my shoulder, i turned back for a final take of the whole scene: it was sunset, the orange hue reflected itself on the sea. a sea of thick red and bobbing heads. the very ones i've decapitated. was i guilt-stricken? i wasn't sure nor could i remember. it was a very strange feeling, one that didn't sit well with me. what i was certain though, was that every action bears consequences.
   
2. "TNFDA Syndrome"
   i was dressed in a blue one-piece suit, sort of like the ones plumbers wear, not because i loved cross-dressing but for undercover purposes. the plan was to disguise as a IT software expert (where the hell i got the idea that software experts wear plumber suits i have no idea :/) and get into a tight security mansion to steal some top secret information. it was team work, my dad being the mastermind and i the accomplice. well. it was supposed to be team work, meaning we do things together and run away together if things got ugly. right?? isn't that how it should be, making sure you and your partner-in-crime gets away safely with you? it wasn't the case here. in the dream, somehow the armed security guards sensed that we were up to no good and gave chase. dad realised it earlier than i did and broke into a run -- without me!!!! took me a few long seconds (even in my dream i was the same old blur me :/) to figure out something had gone wrong and i'd better get my ass outta there. so i ran, wanting to catch up. but my dad's nowhere to be seen. at that time i felt as if that's the end of my life, i'm gonna get caught and be beaten to death. *noooooooooo* beads of sweat rolled down my face, i wanna cry for help but couldnt. right now it might sound hilarious, almost comical even. but trust me, in that dream it was all hell break lose and i felt the adrenaline rush, the kind you feel when you're running for your life. imagine scenes from the "Bourne" Trios movies. like a cat-and-mouse chase it was - a beeline of guards after me and me after... after no one, probably just my dad's imaginary shadows. -_-|| what kinda dream is that. i call it "the need for dad's approval" syndrome. in a strange way, i think it reflected my crave for dad's approval - me agreeing to be his accomplice and chasing after him: translates into me always trying to meet his expectations, or at least the ones i thought he might have of me. (p.s. there's childhood trauma/stories regarding this. maybe someday i'll write bout it)
   
3. Escapism? Again?
   Somehow i dream of cat-n-mouse chase/ running-for-my-life dreams a lot. whyyyy. do i want to get away from something in reality? sighhh. this dream is funny. and magical too. :) it was a group of primary school friends, escaping from a group of bad guys. at an abandoned construction site/parking structure, with steel bars and wooden planks everywhere. we ran up the stairs until the 13th floor, panting real hard. yet the men were still chasing and the footsteps were louder as every millisecond passed by. f**kkkk. so one of us decided that we should run to the other end to the escalators and head down. afterall, there's no where to go if we reached the top floor and we sure as hell didn't wanna make the suicidal jump. so, there were 3 narrow escalators (how the dozen of us were gonna fit in there i have no clue). we all knew that if the bad guys were in the one we picked, that'd be the end of us. nonetheless someone had to make a decision and make it fast. so i chose the 2nd one. here's the magical part: it opened up into a refrigerator. goodness! bad enough that we had to cram 12 adults into an escalator, but now we had to do that into a fridge??? whaaat!! no matter, time was of essence, so i moved the vegetables and fruits aside and stack all the racks at the bottom and make them go in. i was the last to go in (somehow we did manage to fit in it, crammed as it was) and closed the fridge door. as soon as the door's closed, it turned into a big warehouse!!! wow. :)))) told you it was magical, didn't i? we were sitting in a big trashcan/bin, the kind you see at the backalleys and in movies people often throw dead bodies in it (which i thought was the dumbest thing ever... do they really think no one would find them dead bodies and they wouldnt get caught? stooopid. -.-) . but anyhow. the big trashcan were situated in a corner of the warehouse, and slowly it began to drop. in increasing acceleration.. which became free fall. omg! when is this dream gonna end?! and then i woke up. phew! didn't have to know what happened to us. but do u realize it was a combination of harry potter plot (the secret door into a secret space) meets alice in wonderland (the free fall part) meets some HK dramas plot where the gangsters (hak seh wooi people) always chase their victims at abandoned construction sites and fight there. hahah! what an adventure! :)))
   

ok i shall continue my dreams in another post. some other time. i have 3 more dreams that i can recall quite clearly, another one not so much. i'm telling you, if these dreams can turn into pots of gold, i'd be rich by now. really.