Comte De Monte Cristo

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"My dear count," cried Morcerf, "you are at fault--you, one of the most formidable logicians I know--and you must see it clearly proved that instead of being an egotist, you are a philanthropist. Ah, you call yourself Oriental, a Levantine, Maltese, Indian, Chinese; your family name is Monte Cristo; Sinbad the Sailor is your baptismal appellation, and yet the first day you set foot in Paris you instinctively display the greatest virtue, or rather the chief defect, of us eccentric Parisians,--that is, you assume the vices you have not, and conceal the virtues you possess."

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Dreamworld.

Last night, I had 3 dreams. In which I remembered two only.

First was this man/boy/male person whom told me that he was not allowed to leave this shop because he was imprisoned there. The feeling was light hearted but strange at the sametime like someone was spying on me. He was selling plants in many shapes of pots hanging on a white wire frame shelf design thinghy. I noticed the shop had very strange angles, like octagonal structures at the ends of walls and stuff with glass panels. He couldn't leave because he was trapped by something, which would be a good question to ask him. I liked the shop though. Then, Woke up exactly 3 seconds before 6 am, heard my clock chime 6 times after 3 seconds, went back to sleep... 2nd dream.

Involves growing grass ... not weed or drugs but just plain carpet grass you see at golf courses. I touch the ground with my hands and grass sprouts out according to the design I want, patterns and shapes, faces of people and cool landscapes. For dry areas, I have to water it first then touch it or go over it with my hand to make grass grow. I made many patterns of grass and it was like a park, I loved that part of the dream. However inside that dream I also dreamt of dismembered body parts and decapitated heads of unknown people on the dry land prior to watering it and growing grass on it... of course by now I am so accustomed to such gory stuff and "horrific" scenarios that I didn't feel threatened or that it was a nightmare. Woke up... prepared for school.

Most people don't know this but, people sometimes say they feel they are "squashed by ghosts" or "demons" or trapped in a dream and not being able to wake up. I get that like average 10 times each month, whereby I couldn't wake up... when it first happened to me in primary school I was absolutely terrified though. I realised it was called Sleep paralysis.
But now, Its like a normal part of life when I dream. A good tip is to try to wriggle your toes. Or you can remain calm if you cant wriggle your toes and eventually you will wake up... don't bother shouting because you just make some stupid funny noises instead and everyone will be laughing at you after that.

Dreaming to me is like a new movie each night, never did get bored of it. Everytime its something new, new people, new places, new scenes. Sometimes I get 2,3 or even 4 dreams one night depending on how many times I actually wake up. They say people who dream alot think too much during the day, I think thats true!

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Blogger cHëNg cHêNg said...

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