Tuesday, January 10, 2006

I just woke up. By the way, Selamat Hari Raya Haji everybody!

Had a very weird dream.
I was selling gig tix at this building which looks like Old Changi Hospital from the inside and everyone was sitting down as if it was a psychiatric/psychologist/therapy room, you know where everyone sits on a chair in a circle and blab on and on about how people think they're crazy.

The weird thing is, they were all, and I meant ALL, kids from gigs and shit. The Rockstar Collective people were there, the clothing line people, the jamming studio people, both from Bella Luna and the recent one I went to at Tekka, the kids from Third Place, Subc, Beat Merchant and Strayvoice groupies. All those people I know or are familiar with.
But there was no psychiatrist or anything.
(What the heck was the dream trying to tell me? That scenesters are mentally unstable?)

I sold like, 2 tix then suddenly I had to rush home and in non other than a glam ride. The most gorgeous car you can ever imagine - sleek black, tinted windows, bumper almost touching the ground, but the strangest part was I wasn't speeding! What a waste.

Ok So I reached this place, which I thought was my home but it wasn't.
It was like a freaking apartment you see in US, in the city streets, like New York or LA.
Just think of erm, that movie You've Got Mail and I think you'd know what I mean. And if you see pap shots of celebs coming out of city buildings or cafes, yeah the place is sort of like those pictured.
It was pretty vague in my dream and from the outside it felt like I was going home but when I entered, it was a small cafe and Lindsay Lohan was there.

Ok, you all can laugh all you want despite knowing (or not) that I have this massive crush on her.
So she was sitting there at one of those high chairs facing a wall. You know, like in a bar, the chairs are higher than those at the tables? Yeah, that kind.
She was bout to sip something from this martini glass (I have no idea why the place looks like a cafe but offers alcohol) then I jumped and dragged her down the chair!!!
No it wasn't because I went mad with her in sight.
And no, before everyone thinks I'm a nutcase, I didn't try to rape her!

I was actually trying to save her life.
WAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!
I know this is stupid, but I warned you it was a weird dream.
You see, the martini glass contained a dangerous weapon concealed in a form of an olive. WHAAHHAHAHAAHHAHA.
REALLY!
It might look like an olive but upon biting on it, it would explode and kill the person consuming it. Seriously, I dunno where the hell I got all this info from but in my dream I was like, super cool. WHAHAHAHAHAH.
Like Alias like that.
But not exactly.
And my hair was an exact replica of Lindsay's but she dyed her hair blonde AGAIN, last minute. Plus, I was dressed in the most desired wear I had ever dreamt of while here in Singapore. I was in this really lovely black top with a grey trenchcoat with black fur trimmings and faded jeans with grey boots, like Lindsay's. Something like this...



(I had to look like her cos I was in disguise and wanted to protect her)
My God, I feel like stopping now, this is so embarrassing. But I think not many people read my blog so yeah.

Then when Lindsay was on the ground, I tried to stop the "olive" from exploding by shooting it with my gun.
WAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHHAH. WTF?
Why shoot something that you know would explode right?
But somehow by shooting it at the correct time and into this tiny hole, almost negligible to the naked eye, the thing won't be able to do any destruction so it took me a couple of minutes before I had the confidence to do so.
It was so freaking weird cos I was standing there trying to figure out where to shoot and was facing the wall pointing my gun to a martini glass.

Seriously man, this dream is one fucking comedy.

I finally succeeded and I went out of the cafe to look for Lindsay. As I opened the glass door, flashes of light blinded my eyes.
It was the paparazzi.
(Laugh ah laugh)

Lindsay Lohan came straight at me and hugged me tightly.
I was so freaking ecstatic! You wouldn't have imagine what the "non-asleep" me would do.
She was so happy I saved her life (omg cliche) and I was trying to ask her to go chill with me somewhere but I FREAKING WOKE UP!!!

What the hell man what the hell.

I hate that dream.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006 N