weird dream

[mayoraasei]

Went to sleep this arvo because actually started dreaming with eyes open in 8am lecture this morning. Had this weird dream where a good friend got cyanide poisoning.........==;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

We went to a place that seemed really familiar to her, like her parents' shop or something (which later in my dream turned into my house, with the exact layout), and she saw two boxes of...gift food (didn't look like chocolate) on the table, apparently dropped off by someone unknown to the shop-minding-person. She sat down at the table and started eating it while calling her dad, who was in China. She asked him how he was, and then her voice went really quiet and sobre. After the telephone conversation, she kept eating...

I don't know what I was doing in the intervening time, but when I got back to the room an unknown number of minutes/hours later, she had her head down on the table. I thought she was asleep, so I moved her into an inner bedroom, and went back outside.

A certain amount of time later in the evening, I was eating...and later I found a man, who was her relative and was also eating, had fallen asleep in the same way. I moved him a lying position too, but for some reason I started getting suspicious. ...I don't remember exactly why, but since in the dream I was taking note of specific symptoms >__>;;; must be something there.

Anyway, I called the ambulance, and OMG THERE WERE SO MANY "PLEASE PRESS ###". I finally got to a human operator, and I detailed the scene to her (what my friend did, what her "symptoms" are, what I've done with her, and the address...for some reason it was my home address). The more I spoke, the more shaken I sounded, and when I finished, there was nothing on the other end of the line except silence.

Then it just happened that I was standing at an angle where I could see into the bedroom where I had left my friend, and there was a guy in a white T-shirt walking towards my direction. I guessed that he probably cut the phoneline (not sure exactly how), and belted out the backdoor (conveniently also having the keys for it) and climbed over the wooden fence to the block of units behind our house, shouting for someone to let me use their phone.

...The rest of the events were really muddled, but the police did come, even though they took so bloody excruciatingly long.

I'm not sure why cyanide I immediately thought of cyanide in my dream ==; It could have been anything, to be honest, even though the most important symptom seemed to be just unconsciousness...no diarrhoea or vomiting as often associated with ingested poisons...

Comments

[siu.livejournal.com]

o.o;;; scary indeed...

[jezjezjezza.livejournal.com]

o_O eep

[a-cryptic.livejournal.com]

I told you you were funny (in this case, in the weird sense of the word)!... Anyway, yes, that was a really scary dream >.< You always seem to have these really detailed dreams... why is that? Hmm, speaking about dreams, I just had one this morning, it was scary and vivid too though I don't know whether it matches yours in scariness. However, it certainly makes a lot less sense...

I dreamt that I was napping one afternoon while a friend of the family was over. My mum was talking to him and I could hear their muffled voices downstairs. I think I was wondering what time it was so I half woke up to stare out the window (to check the shadows and position of the sun ^^;). Suddenly I was wide awake after seeing this huge helicoptor hurtling downwards from the sky with a blazing trail of smoke. It crashed somewhere in the distance I'm not sure how far away, but the sky turned orange and I could see billows of smoke rising.

I ran downstairs to tell my mum who told me that yes, they had seen the helicopter, but disturbingly, they seemed unperturbed. I ran back upstairs to check the state of things, and found that the electricity poles (that for some reason ran from the site of the crash to our home) nearest us was about to catch fire and burn trees in our backyard. I ran downstailrs to tell my mum again, who was as calm as ever, and I think some of her calmness rubbed off on me.

Anyway, the newspaper arrived at our doorstep, and I was disappointed that the incident hadn't been featured on the front page yet ==; I wanted to know what happened, and suddenly found myself observing the events that had transpired before the crash. I wasn't on the plane itself (yes, the helicopter became a plane v_v ... it had to be a plane due to amount of passengers and seats) but I could see the all the passengers who were blindfolded and strapped to their seats by silver masking tape. They were all struggling to get free except for this one guy dressed in white with a brown book ( a bible?? 0.0) tucked under his arm. He was calmly walking down the aisle and murmuring something. He turned and I could see he was holding a stick of dynamite?? (don't ask, it was either that or a candle!) and it turned out he was a suicide bomber with bombs strapped under his clothing ...

And here, it becomes even more retarded... Jacky Chan and a group of Chinese police ?? arrived on the scene which by now, had turned into something of a film set. The plane was on the ground and somehow Chan got the person to walk down the stairs of the plane. After that he shouted for everyone to run, the terrorist threw the dynamite stick (which had turned into a bomb) and the scene blacked out and I woke up. v_________________v


I have a job interview today at 4pm today and I wonder what this all means... I'll interpret its meaning for you later based on how my interview goes... =_________=