I dreamt that I was at some sort of sandy area that was apparently my house. Fq was living near me and Laura was cold as usual. I asked her how much is a corn cup, and she said “$3”, smiled sweetly and turned her head.
But oddly I remember a fragment of her and fq trying out beach wear. She had a really hot body…. Not skinny or toned but just right. Now I really wanna get skinnier ugh
I then tweeted something along the lines of this encounter w Laura with the hopes that fq would show her so she would know how much of the bitch she is.
Then the weird part came.
It turned out that my grandma was sleeping beside me but outside the hut I had for a house. So the side of the house was open, and I could see the outside. She was beside me, lying under an umbrella and mattress on the sand. Apparently she was living with us for a while, which is fine because I love her so.
Across my house in the dream was a normal HDB flat.
A toddler suddenly crossed the window and went onto the ledge. Then because it was sandy beneath, he hopped off the ledge and landed perfectly onto the sand. At this moment I was like wtf. But then came three or four more of such toddlers together w a demonic looking woman.
And they all hopped off the ledge together, approaching my grandma and I.
The toddlers went somewhere else to roam, and the woman became some what more normal… But what was odd was that when she was jumping off the window she was a heavily pregnant woman. But now she turned into a skinny wrinkly hag in her mid forties.
She kept crawling towards us.
Hands scraping the sand. Towards. Us. Towards my grandmother.
My grandmother took her for a lunatic and ignored her completely. Or at least, tried to. At first I thought it was my grandma’s fault for getting her here, as my grandma may have stared at her and her children. Then because she was unhappy, she purposely sat next to the area where we were.
We all ignored her at first.
And I made some remarks about the woman needing plastic surgery. Yes I’m mean even in my dreams.
But then she kept coming closer and closer my grandmother. Until poor grandma had to lie on the edge of her mattress because that woman apparently buried herself underneath the sand right next to my grandma’s mattress. I was fuming and hence I attempted to drag her out of the immediate area we were occupying.
Pulled, pushed and tried to drown her with sand. Didn’t work. But at this point of the dream it has changed into a fantasy world.
To chase her away someone gave me medusa like powers. I could change her into stone with a touch and it hurt her as every part of her turned into stone.
Then I tried to hurl her up her flat by throwing her body through the window she came up from.
Relentless repression.
So we had to place her body inside a coffin that was able to withstand magic. And locked it tight. What about her children..? I’m unsure, but i think we hurled them up the window too. At this point of the dream I was already very sure I was dreaming and willed myself to not wake up because honestly it was such fun.
After hurling the woman and her kids back into her window, I woke up.
I was still dreaming.
I dreamt that my mom has placed random magazines and books that she thought I wouldn’t mind throwing away. But she put in most of my vivo magazines :( I didn’t appreciate that and was trying to sort it out.
Then I was in a car. Were we moving away? I’m not sure. But all I was sure is that I have truly woken up now.
Or have I?
What if we live in a multitude of dreams, and we experience this reality the best because it’s the most “stable” reality?
Veering on the edge of fantasy, it’s not stable due to major inconsistencies.
Then the other duller end of the spectrum is normal mundane life. With not much meaning.
So we reside in this reality with enough magic and mundane to fill this whole space.
When we sleep we see how our souls in the other area are doing.
We check up on them.
I wonder if we check up on them too?
jaslynnx
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