freaky coffee dream
I had a very freaky dream last night, not sure whether to classify it as nightmare, but it was really freaky.
I was in a developing country, not sure it was China or Malaysia. I walked pass a factory. It was fenced up and had a guard post at the entrance. I climbed over the fence, gave the security guard a stuck-up look, and walked into the building. I stole a packet of 3-in-1 coffee and took my leave. (I think it was the Capparoma low fat coffee, the brand that we see advertising on taxi.) Ok so the moment I climbed back out from the compound, I heard a siren, and suddenly soldiers with dogs came rushing out from the factory. I ran to a nearby park, dumped the pack of coffee somewhere to retrieve later, then I sat on a bench, trying to act like any other passers-by. Somehow I found myself surrounded by 20-30 soldiers, each with a german shepherd. I slowly stood up, walked away, with the circle of soldiers moving with me at the centre of the circle. Something like in kungfu movies. Ok the rest I can't remember anymore.
Why do I have such freaky dream? 1) I don't like China and Malaysia. 2) I won't buy Capparoma. 3) I will surely be captured in such an entrapment. 4) fetish for soldiers.
So in a way, dreams reflect what you think in real life, and what you wish you can do in real life.
Still freaky.
I was in a developing country, not sure it was China or Malaysia. I walked pass a factory. It was fenced up and had a guard post at the entrance. I climbed over the fence, gave the security guard a stuck-up look, and walked into the building. I stole a packet of 3-in-1 coffee and took my leave. (I think it was the Capparoma low fat coffee, the brand that we see advertising on taxi.) Ok so the moment I climbed back out from the compound, I heard a siren, and suddenly soldiers with dogs came rushing out from the factory. I ran to a nearby park, dumped the pack of coffee somewhere to retrieve later, then I sat on a bench, trying to act like any other passers-by. Somehow I found myself surrounded by 20-30 soldiers, each with a german shepherd. I slowly stood up, walked away, with the circle of soldiers moving with me at the centre of the circle. Something like in kungfu movies. Ok the rest I can't remember anymore.
Why do I have such freaky dream? 1) I don't like China and Malaysia. 2) I won't buy Capparoma. 3) I will surely be captured in such an entrapment. 4) fetish for soldiers.
So in a way, dreams reflect what you think in real life, and what you wish you can do in real life.
Still freaky.
2 Comments:
bad omen.. bad omen.. jialat liaoz..
By DJ Niwde, at 12/19/2005 12:05:00 PM
let me touch your head, i need to touchwood.
By chillycraps, at 12/19/2005 12:14:00 PM
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