"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find, that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day, are dangerous men. For they may act out their dream with open eyes, to make it possible."




"This, I did."




I wake in a desert. Piles and piles of sand stretch forth into the horizon, forming endless patterns of sandy messages, possibly those inscribed in my mind.



Was it a warning? A reminder? Some sort of subconscious message in a bottle strewn across this sea of Arabic, barren, wasteland?



I did not care, neither did I want to.



For when a man awakens in a desert he finds nothing but solitude, and aimless wandering before him. The first thing that popped up in my head was,



"What the fuck am I doing here."




I realised there was no point questioning myself with no answers to be found, pondering wouldn't help. I haven't been able to recall my dreams, nor have I been able to sense that I've been dreaming.



Then this happens.



I didn't know of the clothing I was donned in, nor my identity in this dream. I could have been a lost soul, wandering to find purpose in my life. Or I could be the harsh winds that soar across this terrain, overlooking the dusty recesses of my mind.



If I was just the wind, I must have materialised, for I started to hear footsteps at where my feet should have been. As I shuffled forward into oblivion, I pondered over the purpose of all this, if it had any deeper meaning behind it. As I pondered I saw a figure standing in the middle of this godforsaken desert. "Finally someone else." I thought. The sand crunched beneath my feet as I rushed towards the figure. I slowed down my pace to a mere walk after I realised who it was.




It was my mother.




As I walked up to her with eyes that felt like they have not seen her in eons, I stopped in front of her, reahed out for her. All this time she was looking at me endearingly and smiling, the look of a mother I was proud to have. And suddenly......





I cut her in half with my hand.




As her gory upper torso fell to the ground her entire body disintegrated. It was a mirage. Was too good to be true anyways, I thought. I took the guilt in my stride and continued on.


As I walked and walked, a pyramid appeared, imposing over my insignificant being. sturdy and solid like it was built yesterday, all but flawless as a crevice stood at the foot of the pyramid, welcoming me in. The words painted on the side of the crevice "SUBMIT". I entered the crevice, as darkness fell through whilst the walls came alive and swallowed me in. I woke up.

11/1/14

I opened my eyes, trying to clear out the blur as I awakened. I was on a bed. In a classroom. A clean white. Pristine classroom with students and a teacher. They didn't seem to notice me, so I left the classroom. As I stepped out of the classroom, I seemed to have stepped into some dark bloodstained 6-storey prison tower. The walls were brown stained with dried blood. The white of the walls became a cream yellow hue like linen. The floors were made of metal grates. I saw what seems to be an exit at the bottom. As I shuffled down the spiral staircase to the left the steps were echoing along the metal gratings louder and louder as if to alert something or someone of my presence, or escape. I reached the bottom, and there were four people covered in blood, sitting down on chairs with those foldable tables. For some reason I had a feeling they were teachers in this twisted hell of a school, or wardens. As I approached the exit, they simultaneously bellowed,




"Where do you think you're going?"





Seemed fucking scary, but for some reason I was unaffected. I simply ignored and left the place.




 The scene shifts to the guardhouse of my old condominium. I entered and walked along the road till I reached my old block. Gone was the mini garden in the centre, the 1st floor apartments and the path to the carpark. The whole entrance became a single blank white wall, with one lift door.



 No buttons, no lights.




 I stepped in, and the door closed. After what seemed like minutes the door opened. The lobby was per normal. Except the spaces with windows to overlook the condominium were boarded up poorly. There was only one apartment with its door slightly ajar. For some reason it felt very familiar even though it wasn't my old home.

I stepped in. The living room was normal with marbled flooring and translucent curtains gently diluting the sunbeams shining in. The only thing peculiar about the room was that the sofa was replaced with moving boxes full of stuff. Instead of turning my attention to the boxes I walked to a nearby table that had cash on it, about 70 dollars worth. There was a picture of a woman sitting beside the money, I picked up the picture to further examine it. The woman's face was blurred out and the picture seemed old. The blur started to spread to my eyes and I blacked out.


 I awakened again, this time in some sort of train. A skinny man stood beside me, his face looked like that of Dr Fitch. dressed in a blue polo tee, grey business pants and black sports shoes.

I presumed he was my guide in this part of my dream. He did not utter a single word throughout the trip. As the train stopped and the doors flung open, he quickly strode pass the crowd as if he was in a hurry. As I followed him through what seems to be a steampunk themed city that was slightly similar to the weird prison world I was in earlier, I noticed the citizens.




 They weren't human.




I don't know what they were but they were robed figures. However they seemed extremely frightened by my presence and one even gasped in horror after spotting me. I simply didn't care and threaded forth. We arrived at a balcony that overlooked the strange steampunk city after exiting a tunnel and taking a flight of stairs to the right, to an entrance of an office with glass doors. As my guide stopped to take his shoes off, which I found quite weird, a fat Indian lady dressed in office wear came out and started talking to me. We talked for a bit but she just seemed to agree to everything I said but didn't have any thoughts of her own. I just walked to my guide. He was waiting for me the entire time and just beckoned me towards the glass doors. As I stepped in, a bright light shined and I woke up.

Hi casual bystander, intent reader, whoever you are. As I mentioned in the title this will be my dream blog! I practically dream every night, and I've been told my dreams are very crazy and colourful, and I remember them very clearly. So lets record my dreams here and see if we can figure anything out of it! Will update possibly day by day or when I feel like it! Au Revoir! :)