Dream Syntax Drafts
- 1 2008
- 1.1 2008/0001 DREAM ABOUT A RICH CHILD MURDERER MAKING A COLONY
- 1.2 2008/0002 DREAM IN WHICH PRECOCIOUS KIDS DEFACE SELF-PORTRAITS
- 1.3 2008/0003 DREAM IN WHICH SIGNS ASSURE US THAT GOD IS NOT A LUNATIC
- 1.4 2008/0004 DREAM ABOUT FREAKS PLAYING AT A GIG CALLED "FOOT JAM"
- 1.5 2008/0005 DREAM IN WHICH WE GO TO A PARTY BUT REALISE THEY ARE ONLY SELLING SHAMPOO
- 1.6 2008/0006 DREAM IN WHICH PARALEGALS BREAK A VOID DECK PARTY AND I ALMOST MAKE "HANGING TOFU FLAVOUR NOODLES"
- 1.7 2008/0007 DREAM IN WHICH I AM FLYERING FOR AN EVENT AND MY FRIEND IS HIT BY A TRUCK
- 1.8 2008/0009 DREAM IN WHICH I'M LOCKED IN A SCHOOL FULL OF WATERMELONS AND I MAKE OUT WITH A 17 YR OLD GIRL
- 1.9 2008/0010 DREAM IN WHICH I GO TO A LIBRARY TO READ ABOUT FIRETRUCKS AND THEN GO TO A BEACH
- 1.10 2008/0011 DREAM ABOUT GUMBALL MACHINE
- 1.11 2008/0012 FRAGMENT ABOUT LADY'S WALKING AID
- 1.12 2008/0013 FRAGMENT ABOUT FRIDGE MAGNET POETRY WITH LONDON COLLEAGUES
- 1.13 2008/0014 DREAM ABOUT ELAINE'S GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE AND A HAMMONDS ORGAN
- 1.14 2008/0015 DREAM IN WHICH I PAY TO USE AN ART VENUE'S FAULTY BATHROOM
- 1.15 2008/0016 DREAM IN WHICH EXTRADICTED PEOPLE SIT AROUND AND WAIT
- 1.16 2008/0017 FRAGMENT IN WHICH I'M AT A SINGAPORE IDOL REHEARSAL
- 1.17 2008/0018 FRAGMENT IN WHICH I AM LYING IN BED WITH LOTS OF CUTE GIRLS AND THEN MY TEETH DISINTEGRATE
- 1.18 2008/0019 DREAM IN WHICH MY INCREDIBLY SENTIENT PET HORSES SURVIVE DESPITE MY FAILURE TO FEED THEM
- 1.19 2008/0020 FRAGMENT IN WHICH I PRETEND TO BE SICK BY BUYING A HAT TO KEEP MY HEAD WARM
- 1.20 2008/0021 FRAGMENT ABOUT TRAVERSING A 2-STOREY SPACE
- 1.21 2008/0022 DREAM ABOUT ATTENDING A LECTURE WHERE CHINESE SONG IS SUNG
- 1.22 2008/0023 FRAGMENT ABOUT SLUGS ON FLOOR
- 1.23 2008/0024 DREAM IN WHICH I CONSULT MY LECTURER ON MY INTENTION TO WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT TOUCAN HEADED BOY
- 1.24 2008/0025 DREAM ABOUT GOING BACK TO SCHOOL AND SEEING A SINGAPORE SCHOOL CANTEEN
- 1.25 2008/0026 DREAM IN WHICH I GO TO A SUPERMARKET BUT IT CLOSES AT 10PM WHEN I GET THERE
- 1.26 2008/0027 DREAM IN WHICH ITS MY BIRTHDAY AND THERE ARE UNDERAGED KIDS ATTENDING MY PARTY
- 1.27 2008/0028 DREAM IN WHICH I EAT A FISH BUFFET WHILE SITTING A HOT AIR BALLOON
- 1.28 2008/0029 DREAM IN WHICH I WORK IN AN URBAN SAFARI BY NIGHT
- 1.29 2008/0030 DREAM IN WHICH I'M IN A YELLOW BOX IN A CARPARK
- 1.30 2008/0031 DREAM ABOUT WIRELESS WIKIPEDIAING
- 2 2009
- 2.1 2009/0001 DREAM ABOUT A FOX LADY, DEAD PIGEONS, AND AN UNDERAGED CHILD
- 2.2 2009/0002 DREAM IN WHICH I HAVE TO EXPLAIN HOW FACEBOOK PHOTO TAGS WORKS TO MY FATHER
- 2.3 2009/0003 DREAM IN WHICH I GO STAR GAZING WITH OLD FRIENDS
- 2.4 2009/0004 DREAM IN WHICH I'M ON A BUS AND I REALISE SOMETHING ABOUT LOVE
- 2.5 2009/0005 FRAGMENT ABOUT 3BOB
- 2.6 2009/0402 DREAM ABOUT HEARTBROKEN SONG CONTEST
- 2.7 2009/0326 DREAM ABOUT "EVIL EYE" AND ONE PIXEL DOT STROKE
- 2.8 2009/0007 NIGHTMARE ABOUT GOING TO A COMPUTER LAB TO LOOK FOR "TURKEY BRAINS" ON GOOGLE
- 2.9 2009/0008 DREAM ABOUT SUBMITTING MY HOMEWORK TO THE GIANT BUDDHAHEAD CDROM DRIVE
- 2.10 2009/0701 DREAM IN WHICH I AM IN A ISOMETRIC COMPUTER GAME LOOKING FOR A DRAGON LEVEL
- 2.11 2009/0420 DREAM ABOUT DRUG DEALING IN A FUNERAL PARLOUR
- 2.12 2009/0411 DREAM ABOUT GASTROPUB GALLERY CONCEPT
- 2.13 2009/0410 DREAM ABOUT CAMBRIDGE HEATH SKUNKS
- 2.14 2009/0909 DREAM IN WHICH I EAT A STEAMBOAT WITH AN OLD FRIEND BUT IN THE PAST
- 2.15 2009/0910 DREAM IN WHICH I GO TO A LANGUAGE SCHOOL AND DO A STUDY ON CUTLERY RACKS
- 2.16 2009/0911 NIGHTMARE ABOUT SIMON, LOS ANGELES, AND ME TURNING INTO A SMALL WHITE DOG FALLING INTO A TRASH COMPACTOR
- 2.17 2009/1009 DREAM IN WHICH I ASK A STRANGER TO TAKE ME HOME AND LAUNDRY SOAP LEAKS ONTO WINE GLASSES
- 2.18 2009/1011 DREAM IN WHICH I AM TRAVELLING THROUGH KOREA AT NIGHT AND GO TO IKEA
- 2.19 2009/1012 DREAM ABOUT F1 GUNMAN AND CO-OPTING MISDIRECTED MAIL PARCELS FROM THE SCOTTISH ARCHIPELAGO
- 2.20 2009/1013 DREAM ABOUT LITTLE ALAN'S HOUSE AND SOME PERANAKAN ACTORS
- 2.21 2009/1014 DREAM ABOUT WINDOW TO RUSSIA, HOSTEL LIFE, AND AN ORGANIC VEGETARIAN SECTION IN MIDDLE OF UNI CO-OP
- 2.22 2009/1015 DREAM ABOUT TEACHING CHILDREN MUSIC
- 2.23 2009/1211 DREAM ABOUT TAKING A PLANE TO VISIT
- 2.24 2009/1212 DREAM ABOUT TUBE RIDE
- 2.25 2009 / 2512
- 3 2010
- 4 2011
- 5 2012
- 5.1 2012 JAN DREAM ABOUT EDIBLE TOFU PRIM SLICING WITH A PROBLEM WITH AUTOFILL ON ONE PLANE
- 5.2 2012 DEC 001 DREAM ABOUT BEING SAVED FROM A HAREM IN A SANDSTORM
- 5.3 2012 DEC JELLY SCIENTIST
- 5.4 2012 DEC 002 DREAM ABOUT FLOATING WATERMELONS
- 5.5 2012 DEC 003 DREAM ABOUT POTATO BALLS WHICH COST 7 EUROS
- 6 2013
2008/0001 DREAM ABOUT A RICH CHILD MURDERER MAKING A COLONY
I'm out shopping at a huge ikea type mall with my mom when i bump into an old school friend of mine, presumably a bit distant, reminiscent of friends of raist who were at outram institute - the kind who are quite different but whenever you meet them you still have a good chat with them. what comes to mind is that one incident when i met raist's friends at a playground and they were smoking by the slide but i had the impression we had a pleasant conversation about very childish concerns which seemed at odds with them smoking at the playground to the consternation of the old folks and small children playing around us. anyway, the guy i meet at the mall asks me to come to an event and i agree.
fastforward and i'm suddenly we're sort of at where i live. it resembles nick's backyard, and there are animals around outside. the place is full of brown cardboard boxes and someone's come to pick me up because i'm moving somewhere else, but the boxes are all terribly full and heavy and the room is scattered with many papers - my precious old essays which i really wanted to reread when i had the time. i dont know what to keep to throw out, and yet i can't carry it all with me... but we really have to leave right now!
suddenly we're in a car, four of us, on the way to the new place i'm moving to, which is apparently a youth hostel type place. in the car i am struck by a persistent but vision of the front car passenger having their hair replaced by grass which grows out slowly. the person in front looks a little like rich. what i comprehend from this vision is that it must mean that the place that we are going to is of sinister portend - and that they murder children there. how i come to this conclusion from imagining my friend's hair growing out as grass, i do not know, but i'm pretty sure of the evils of the place i'm headed to.
in the car the passenger next to me gives me a colouring sheet with the outline of a building, and asks me to guess where we are going. i colour it in, and when i'm done, it transforms into the real life image of the place and we are there. the entire building is made up with doorways.
at this point i have the distinct impression that we are simply extras on a film set. lots of children like us are running around and unable to leave. (but then no one is really trying very hard to escape) i privately think to myself about how the director of this film is pretty lucky to own the building so that he can just use it to shoot his film in.
in the next scene, a young girl is jerking off with a sausage and like always the kids are all running wild around her. the rich child murderer/ film director / building owner who runs the panopticon colony of kids is repulsed at her show of sexuality. he leaves the room. the rest of the kids take turns to put a finger up her pussy. everyone licks their fingers as a pact to escape.
2008/0002 DREAM IN WHICH PRECOCIOUS KIDS DEFACE SELF-PORTRAITS
in this dream a small malay girl and a young strappy english lad are sitting in a van in a dark alley that is flanked by low buildings on both sides, which are on fire. the two of them have some magical powers and so they are being persecuted for it. they decide to "character assasinate" themselves so that they wont be pursued anymore - in this dream it turns out it can only be accomplished by shooting a picture of yourself in the face.
the malay girl smudges blood on her portrait and the boy shoots randomly into the air to test the gun before he shoots his portrait in the face. the sound of gunshots drives a toddler out of hiding, and a grown adult who resembles their psychic skills mentor runs out to get the toddler back to safety. the two investigate the identity of the toddler and the adult - who turns out to be their mentor's long lost brother. at this point there is a sound problem with the dream movie so i am unable to hear their conversation. it frustrates me because there is no pause button, no sound, and no rewind button. i just cannot seem to find the interface so i can get the sound working again!
fast forward and i'm suddenly in a car which is passing a large, verdant field full of what appears to be greek statues. someone in the car tells me that they were actually people once, who had been frozen in place by god. i dont believe it because the statues are all of different (far too different) sizes even when i take perspective into account.
i mean look at their heads. look at their heads!
2008/0003 DREAM IN WHICH SIGNS ASSURE US THAT GOD IS NOT A LUNATIC
in this dream there is a big black box in which god only allows people to copulate within this big black box. but no one can see who they're having sex with cause its all dark. so outside there is a sign, a sort of disclaimer, that states that God is not a lunatic. who put the sign up there? it is unclear, but the sign is poorly made. the shoddy workmanship suggests to me that it was made by some cruel, mad scientist.
2008/0004 DREAM ABOUT FREAKS PLAYING AT A GIG CALLED "FOOT JAM"
i was sitting at home, picking out a notebook for size, this mundane operation is taking me ages, but meanswhile i'm aware there's another music night going on elsewhere, but because i'm convinced it will be wank i am really slow to get up and go to the gig with simon, until its much later.
i finally arrive at the venue of "Foot Jam". it consists of a long corridor like alleybar with a stage concealed from the front entrance at the very back of the venue. the music sounds very mundane but i am surprised to see that the musicians are all FREAKS - and i mean deformed and physically malformed people. dwarfs and deformed folk with growths from their bodies. i arrive only in time to see the last act. there is a woman with a mushroom-like growth over her head and she is singing with a strange noise that doesn't come out of her mouth but from the hollow space of the fleshy mushroom cap on her head. she never opens her mouth but makes this unearthly humming tone, a bit like a singing bowl. besides the mushroom cap, she has asian features and an otherwise normal looking face.
after the night, we go outside the venue for a smoke. lots of malay punks are hanging around, and the blue dawn sky looms above me, which tells me that it must be quite an advanced hour in the night. out of the corner of my eye i notice saito sitting in a corner somewhere behind where i have sat on the ground. sitting on the gravel pavement and really bored, i attempt to roll a bottlecap in the direction of the bar again. it rolls to the front of the building next to the bar.
2008/0005 DREAM IN WHICH WE GO TO A PARTY BUT REALISE THEY ARE ONLY SELLING SHAMPOO
me and juhee are at a performance screening. it is ending and we are thinking of places to go to after. juhee gets heads up that there's something being organised by some "really underground" japanese. and so we go to this so called party.
its underground alright, quite literally in a basement, but as for the party, the japanese people are standing around and the shelves are full of a shampoo from a brand called HUMPDIFF. i recognise the brand name, and realise that they are trying to sell it to me, by emphasising how underground and obscure and thus trendy this shampoo is. i pretend to agree with them, but then immediately regret even making any positive remarks to them when i realise its just another form of MLM, which i abhor in all forms.
i feel really tired, and decline their invitation to go downstairs to see more. ("WHAT? MORE SHAMPOO?") i collapse in the sofa instead for a rest because i dont feel like socialising anymore. a black guy who's a lot like jude joins me and tries to chat with me but the conversation feels really forced, like that time when i was trying to talk to the taiwanese kids but i was in a bad mood. cultural differences multiplying our awkwardness and disparity in moods tenfold...
2008/0006 DREAM IN WHICH PARALEGALS BREAK A VOID DECK PARTY AND I ALMOST MAKE "HANGING TOFU FLAVOUR NOODLES"
there's a party at a void deck. tall ceiling, pink light (like our room used to be), smoke swirling, details now all fuzzy (as with all parties). but people i knew from my junior college were all there (including all those more chinese-inclined folks).
we're in the midst of hanging a disco strobe light up when the police come to break up the party. actually i'm not even sure if its the police; i have a sneaky feeling they're paralegal and nothing more, but anyway with the disruption its clear that the party has to end and i suppose its time for some instant noodles instead! a sort of mundane MSG-laden come-down, i reckon. so i run around asking everyone what instant noodle flavour they fancy, but everyone has a totally different answer? how very troublesome for the host of a party! i realise that it would have been better and more ordely if i had simply made the noodles without giving people a choice of flavours. who cares about what people wants! if i make food they better all damn well eat it because i'm tired of this!
notably, one of the instant noodle flavours in this dream, was "hanging tofu" flavour noodle. this was depicted on the pack of singaporean-brand instant noodles with two tofu pieces being hung up on pieces of string and the big happy words: "Hanging Tofu Flavour"
2008/0007 DREAM IN WHICH I AM FLYERING FOR AN EVENT AND MY FRIEND IS HIT BY A TRUCK
2008/0009 DREAM IN WHICH I'M LOCKED IN A SCHOOL FULL OF WATERMELONS AND I MAKE OUT WITH A 17 YR OLD GIRL
2008/0010 DREAM IN WHICH I GO TO A LIBRARY TO READ ABOUT FIRETRUCKS AND THEN GO TO A BEACH
2008/0011 DREAM ABOUT GUMBALL MACHINE
2008/0012 FRAGMENT ABOUT LADY'S WALKING AID
2008/0013 FRAGMENT ABOUT FRIDGE MAGNET POETRY WITH LONDON COLLEAGUES
2008/0014 DREAM ABOUT ELAINE'S GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE AND A HAMMONDS ORGAN
2008/0015 DREAM IN WHICH I PAY TO USE AN ART VENUE'S FAULTY BATHROOM
2008/0016 DREAM IN WHICH EXTRADICTED PEOPLE SIT AROUND AND WAIT
2008/0017 FRAGMENT IN WHICH I'M AT A SINGAPORE IDOL REHEARSAL
i am attending a singapore idol rehearsal and i'm shocked to see that all the contestants are actually bald eyeless baby heads mounted on a shelf and singing, endlessly, like some freakshow. when its their turn to perform, someone pops the baby heads into a human suit and the bald babyheads take control of their surrogate bodies like a puppetmaster controls its dancing puppet.
2008/0018 FRAGMENT IN WHICH I AM LYING IN BED WITH LOTS OF CUTE GIRLS AND THEN MY TEETH DISINTEGRATE
2008/0019 DREAM IN WHICH MY INCREDIBLY SENTIENT PET HORSES SURVIVE DESPITE MY FAILURE TO FEED THEM
in this dream, i suddenly recall that i have 3 horses locked away in a stable and 2 weeks have passed since i last tended to them (having clean forgotten my duties)
2008/0020 FRAGMENT IN WHICH I PRETEND TO BE SICK BY BUYING A HAT TO KEEP MY HEAD WARM
2008/0021 FRAGMENT ABOUT TRAVERSING A 2-STOREY SPACE
2008/0022 DREAM ABOUT ATTENDING A LECTURE WHERE CHINESE SONG IS SUNG
2008/0023 FRAGMENT ABOUT SLUGS ON FLOOR
2008/0024 DREAM IN WHICH I CONSULT MY LECTURER ON MY INTENTION TO WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT TOUCAN HEADED BOY
2008/0025 DREAM ABOUT GOING BACK TO SCHOOL AND SEEING A SINGAPORE SCHOOL CANTEEN
2008/0026 DREAM IN WHICH I GO TO A SUPERMARKET BUT IT CLOSES AT 10PM WHEN I GET THERE
2008/0027 DREAM IN WHICH ITS MY BIRTHDAY AND THERE ARE UNDERAGED KIDS ATTENDING MY PARTY
2008/0028 DREAM IN WHICH I EAT A FISH BUFFET WHILE SITTING A HOT AIR BALLOON
2008/0029 DREAM IN WHICH I WORK IN AN URBAN SAFARI BY NIGHT
2008/0030 DREAM IN WHICH I'M IN A YELLOW BOX IN A CARPARK
2008/0031 DREAM ABOUT WIRELESS WIKIPEDIAING
2009/0001 DREAM ABOUT A FOX LADY, DEAD PIGEONS, AND AN UNDERAGED CHILD
2009/0002 DREAM IN WHICH I HAVE TO EXPLAIN HOW FACEBOOK PHOTO TAGS WORKS TO MY FATHER
2009/0003 DREAM IN WHICH I GO STAR GAZING WITH OLD FRIENDS
2009/0004 DREAM IN WHICH I'M ON A BUS AND I REALISE SOMETHING ABOUT LOVE
on a double decker bus. alex is in the backrow, simon and me and sitting in a weird corner seat on the 2nd floor near the stair.
2009/0005 FRAGMENT ABOUT 3BOB
2009/0402 DREAM ABOUT HEARTBROKEN SONG CONTEST
vivid dream about walking down a street and suddenly being “streetcasted” or picked to join a speed singing contest in which the song to be sung was T2’s HEARTBROKEN. as i got speedily ushered along to the waiting area by two identically dressed singaporean girls (wearing red polo tees and holding red clipboards), i said “WAIT, but i dont know all the lyrics!” and they shoved a paper in my hand.
the lyrics looked like this:
OH OH FESSHUNS DO AH DO AH A-A-AH DO OH OH FANCY FEH SHUN D-DO-DOO COME TRU OH A-AW
the cut-up vocal bit had been written out exactly as it had sounded to me. as i sat in the waiting area i was thought to myself “this is really stupid. why would people sing Heartbroken with all the cut up vocal bits?” all around me in the hastily cordoned waiting area were singaporean girls practicing singing it but everyone was singing it with a peculiar singlish sound to it. which made me even more irritated because Heartbroken is a song i associate with London, and all the dolts around me were trying to belt out these disjointed syllables as if it had meaning to them, when even i didn’t understand what the meaning of the song was…
2009/0326 DREAM ABOUT "EVIL EYE" AND ONE PIXEL DOT STROKE
last night i dreamt i was in a place that resembled Kazimierz, the jewish quarter in Krakow, but minus the snow. it was evening and everything was tinted yellow by the setting sun, and i had gone to a talk given by an artist who resembled guy fawkes. he was giving a talk on circles in a museum, which from the interior resembled the Stoke Newington library, and at the beginning of the talk he assured us after this talk he was sure that we would be able to “see things in a different way”. one of the points he made during his talk was that the circle was not the outline of a round path, but that the circle begins as a point of origin around which the outer path orbits. logical enough i suppose. when i stepped out after the talk, i passed a turkish shop with those “eye” symbols which ward off evil (like the porcelain ones littered all over in our shacklewell lane house). as i stood there gazing at the many eyes, i saw all their pupils shrink to pin-point dots. i excitedly ran down the road and saw all the circular objects in my environment shrinking to center points with a black 1 pixel stroke delineating its original circular dimensions.
2009/0007 NIGHTMARE ABOUT GOING TO A COMPUTER LAB TO LOOK FOR "TURKEY BRAINS" ON GOOGLE
2009/0008 DREAM ABOUT SUBMITTING MY HOMEWORK TO THE GIANT BUDDHAHEAD CDROM DRIVE
in this dream i’m in school and i’m supposed to hand up my homework in the form of a CD, however when i go to the room to submit it, the computer has turned into a giant buddha face/head with a mouth into which i must insert my hand with the cd to deposit it. a sign on the giant buddha warns me that the giant buddha will not hesitate to eat my hand if i have inserted a faulty cd. i stand behind a pillar contemplating this, knowing that my laptop frequently churns out dud cds…
this is probably the product of my many walks along geylang road peering into temples with their chubby jovial deities and my superdrive consistently malfunctioning in real life
2009/0701 DREAM IN WHICH I AM IN A ISOMETRIC COMPUTER GAME LOOKING FOR A DRAGON LEVEL
2009/0420 DREAM ABOUT DRUG DEALING IN A FUNERAL PARLOUR
in this dream i am at someone’ grandfather’s funeral. however, i dont seem to know the someone or his grandfather, so i dont know why i’m attending his wake. the dead person is in an open cardboard box and the location of the wake actually looks more like the inside of a stage set which has been dressed to look like a hairdressers. in fact it looks a lot like the set of “JIAN JIAN DA JIA LE” (circa 1997, of which i accidentally caught a rerun on good friday and shockingly REALISED THAT I KNEW THE ENTIRE TUNE TO THE THEME SONG).
suddenly in this dream i also realise my pockets are also somehow full of little bags of k and the police is around the corner, and my passport seems to be in my front breast pocket and when i look inside it i have a ticket for a long haul flight at 7pm. how very inconvienient. so i dash outside of the hairdresser/funeral parlour and hide behind a big red van just in time to see the police rush the funeral parlour.
from the loud commotion inside, i imagine that because the funeral parlour houses so many urns full of ashes, the police are confused as to whether any the ashes are made of drugs! while i’m mentally congratulating myself for choosing a funeral parlour as my cover, a policeman suddenly strides up to me from out of nowhere to ask me why im standing behind the red van.
nervously, i tell him that i’m almost late for my flight and show him my plane ticket. miraculously he doesn’t even frisk me and bids me a good day! and off i run! the sensation of GLEE!!! i feel is akin to that when i manage to escape from work early these days.
2009/0411 DREAM ABOUT GASTROPUB GALLERY CONCEPT
n this dream i am attempting to go to the Helipad alone, but when i reach the top floor, i discover that they’ve installed a viewing gallery that overlooks the mall and even has a view of the skyline. it appears to be raining heavily with lightning striking everywhere, so no access to the Helipad is possible, but the staff tell me that they do “dim-sum tapas” in their “gastro-gallery concept bar”. everyone else is sitting alone (not in groups) in this viewing gallery which is built like a theatre where all the seats face forward (and face the view of a mundane shopping mall). i order Har Cheong Kai (Prawn Paste Chicken) from the menu, but what arrives on my swivel lecture desk looks like a surreal, stylised prefabricated plastic-toy-version of Har Cheong Kai. despite its inexplicable cartoon appearance, the Har Cheong Kai tastes perfectly normal. i sit there and wait for the rain to stop…
2009/0410 DREAM ABOUT CAMBRIDGE HEATH SKUNKS
i dreamt i was dozing lazily on a street bench near something that looked like the bridge underneath Cambridge Heath, it was warm and i had a book in my hands (in real life i had been rereading Wuthering Heights for the hell of it when i accidentally dozed off). i was suddenly alert when a skunk on a leash leapt onto me. skunks. there were two of them, pet skunks, being walked by an old english lady accompanied by a sudden rabble of people who were passing this street corner, including some people whose features looked vaguely singaporean. i went to check my belongings which were alarmingly scattered around me in open bags but my laptop, camera, printer, and other inexplicably expensive electronic devices were still all around me safe in big paper bags and satchels. i struck up a conversation with a (featureless) chinese girl who asked me and i explained to her that i had arrived one day too early for school and so i didn’t have a house (but i would have one on the next day). she let me crash in a space; it turned out to be a white coloured room like something i remembered from another dream ages ago…
last night i also had another dream after which i woke up and typed myself this short note:
“video cat hamburger fake xiamen wheelchair wine class boxlift”
unfortunately in the sobering light of morning this cryptic message only looks like gibberish spam rather than the vivid dream which i had experienced last night.
2009/0909 DREAM IN WHICH I EAT A STEAMBOAT WITH AN OLD FRIEND BUT IN THE PAST
this is a dream where i have gone to a friend's birthday party but this entire dream happens in the past. i am aware its all from the past and not happening right now or in a future time but in some past, as i relive it. my old friend has a hard face, olive skin, she is thin and is wearing a black frumpy skirt. she does design too and all her other friends are PRCs, and we're at her house eating a seafood steamboat.
she reminds me of lingling, hanging her arm around my neck tightly. she tells me that she went to KL to meet her client recently. "in that same dress?" i ask her, incredulously. "yeah! who cares" she laughs.
2009/0910 DREAM IN WHICH I GO TO A LANGUAGE SCHOOL AND DO A STUDY ON CUTLERY RACKS
in this dream, i'm attending a language school, which has a big sign outside its premises saying "LEARN CHINESE, MALAY, BAHASA, ALADDINISMS, ETC." however, after the language lesson (of which i remember nothing of), i attend another talk in the school about shopping malls and consumerism, and for this class i decide to embark on a comparative study of placement of cheap cutlery racks and how location of these cutlery racks affects the amount of food purchased at a foodcourt. one approach to this study, i am thinking to myself, is how we should hide these cutlery racks to see at to what degree will people search for the free takeaway cutlery which they take for granted for. will people give up and stop buying food there if they have no cutlery? or will they simply find other cheap cutlery to do the job? we will only find out after i conduct my study...
2009/0911 NIGHTMARE ABOUT SIMON, LOS ANGELES, AND ME TURNING INTO A SMALL WHITE DOG FALLING INTO A TRASH COMPACTOR
2009/1009 DREAM IN WHICH I ASK A STRANGER TO TAKE ME HOME AND LAUNDRY SOAP LEAKS ONTO WINE GLASSES
i'm on some public transport when i realise that i'm being followed and can't go home. i tell this to some random guy i meet on the train and ask if he can take me in for the night. he agrees, puzzledly, and we continue to take the train towards his house instead. we switch to a connecting bus after that. on the bus ride he puts his arm around my waist, unexpectedly. i think about how easy it seems to make an initial connection until you have to find out more about the person and then people invent all sorts of complications in their heads. baggage.
when we get to his house the washing machine is going insane and there's a leaky packet of laundry soap dripping into a rack of wine glasses which are supposed to be clean and the centre isle in the kitchen is strewn with bits of rocket and breadcrumbs.
2009/1011 DREAM IN WHICH I AM TRAVELLING THROUGH KOREA AT NIGHT AND GO TO IKEA
i'm on a school trip to what i vaguely perceive to be korea. it is night time and i'm outdoors trying to locate some small street which i remember through memory. the scene is impressive and the buildings are tall and well-lit - like some HDB land, but there is much more open space between buildings, and there are large carparks. i walk around a number of these blocks until i see some lights in a clearing in the corner. it is the row of shophouses i was looking for and i walk up and inside - it is a gambling den and the lights are green and smokey.
i look at my watch and its time to get back to the hostel. i get a ride home with simon and some parental/guardian figures (who are asian but distinctly not my parents). me and simon kiss and fool around in the back of the car; its almost like we've met for the first time all over again.
when we get to the hostel though, simon is living in another hostel room and has to do something else, so i sit at my computer practicing my chinese or some other foreign double-byte language with a keyword program like anki (the same way i've been practicing russian), but im really just thinking of him instead. but i am patient. aaron (colleague who sits directly behind me in real life) and alain (colleague who always comes to talk to aaron in the office) are also sitting in the same room, directly behind me, and they are chatting about something in chinese.
fast forward suddenly, and i'm sitting on the floor/front lobby of ikea korea. and i've found sets of alphabet blocks. i've only got letters to spell the words "BUY STUFF". which is pretty limited. i rearrange the alphabets to form the words "NO FEE" (inexplicably and illogically) but the point of this is that the letters are limited and the words which i can form from it are all pretty boring ("No Fee" being the tag line for a banking advert i've been working on for the last two weeks). a small caucasian child runs up next to me with another set of alphabet blocks. she appears to be german and she's got the german set, which instead of having the letters "NOFEE", has the letters "ARRAM". at this point the parental/guardian figures appear again, to tell me that the transport is leaving soon and i have to go with them. the german mother has also appeared to retrieve the german child, and she notes that my set of alphabet blocks are english rather than korean - despite the fact that ikea hands out alphabet blocks according to mother tongue. i laugh and say out loud, "did you really mistake me for being korean?"...
2009/1012 DREAM ABOUT F1 GUNMAN AND CO-OPTING MISDIRECTED MAIL PARCELS FROM THE SCOTTISH ARCHIPELAGO
we live in big carpark. but the attack of an f1 car racing gunman rouses us early that morning. we are all evacuating the carpark. delayed breakfast time will be eating into classess, so we are going for brekfasts si nthe morning with friends (abby, peow, jamie, etc - friends on the periphery) most of them only have time to go for coffee but i got free period before class and so does simon. on the way out i find a cheap electronic game called tour de france on a table.
you were intially lost from the main group so i ring you up and so i find you standing outside discount shoppe. your hair is 2x as big as usual. its so big you actually hold it up with one pin. when you take out the pin the curls expands even bigger and its pink hued at the ends. it looks perfectly normal to me. you had gone to the postoffice discount shoppe and bought some misdirected mail parcels
orkney islands mail plate from debbie wheeler to cheryl linn li you were going to give that that to your parents
outer and inner hebrides mail we lived in area called hebrides in london the item inside was two homemade turkey evil eye teardrops got lost and ended up here
we go to the cafe and order a pink beer to start the morning.
2009/1013 DREAM ABOUT LITTLE ALAN'S HOUSE AND SOME PERANAKAN ACTORS
for some odd reason i find myself in small alan's house. it is actually his mother's house where he has gone to visit for a couple of months but since it was in the area i popped by (in real life, he did leave london on a flight on the exact same day and adjacent flight as i did - but he was going to australia).
the conversation is rather intense and his gaze is unexpectedly piercing, knowing. i remember none of the conversation per se but there is something very odd is in the atmosphere, something uncannily familiar about small alan that i can't quite place my finger on. its probably to do with that knowing grin, i think. i poke around the place like a bored child and examine the base of the candlestick holder on the mantle piece (the glaze has cracked). the house is a curious mixture between the temporary house weng's family stayed at in 2005 and the unlived emptiness of martin's flat.
i break the spell by going to the washroom at the back where there is a coal stove and some children running around in a sepia toned building. when i return inside he is gone. on his sofa is the bespectacled child actress from that wretched channel 8 drama my mother watches (but with a headdress like the prince in Katamari Damacy), the actress pamela oei (whom i last espied on an advert for Dim Sum Dollies), and mark's political science classmate cyclist friend (who came to perry's gallery with us).
in this dream they are all peranakan and apparently waiting for small alan's mother. in the dream reality, i recall being told by small alan that his mother is peranakan - altho this is patently not the case in real life. i am less interested in the conversations of these peranakans than i am interested in finding out where small alan has disappeared to, but out of politeness i hang around there listening to their mundane conversation and continue feeling more and more misanthropic.
[i think this dream about alan has to do with my recent obsessive listening to alan hawkshaw and his hammonds organ - whose name i noticed also resembles alan's full name except that i have forgotten it but i know it starts with Haw... - in fact i think it rhymes with horse]
2009/1014 DREAM ABOUT WINDOW TO RUSSIA, HOSTEL LIFE, AND AN ORGANIC VEGETARIAN SECTION IN MIDDLE OF UNI CO-OP
russian countryside old lady, michele at the uni co-op
2009/1015 DREAM ABOUT TEACHING CHILDREN MUSIC
Last night i had a dream about teaching small children how to make music. I was teaching along with another older lady who had taken it upon herself to be the main teacher. As i walked down the isles a small kid confided to me: "that lady barks at us like my maid always barks instructions at us!" i didn't know if that was a good thing or bad thing and was thinking about what it meant about power relations between maids, mothers, and even teachers.
2009/1211 DREAM ABOUT TAKING A PLANE TO VISIT
dreamt that i took a bus to visit you in the afternoon one day, cos there was a budget return ticket for maybe 228. was maybe 2pm. we made love and then you said you had to go back to work oddly enough. didnt know what to do/hanging around where so i took the return bus. on the return bus i realised that since i'd crossed the immigration the return ticket had been cashed and i couldnt come back to visit you for dinner time as i couldn't afford another return ticket.
2009/1212 DREAM ABOUT TUBE RIDE
dream about taking overland rail and missing the line, getting on some weird line that was called chinese c___ flowername and then it led elsewhere and i realised i was on wrong line, got off, walked out, walked backwards past some schoools, walked thru streets of autumn leaves and golden, got home to a log cabin sort of place, all wooden on the inside. you were there. i told you of my adventure. and showed you a picture of leaves. smiling at me, you asked me if i noticed your reaction. i said yes that iwas talking to you, and when i touched your hand you withdrew away from me. you continued smiling and said that yes, that was my reaction to you. it was a fake and plastic smile.
2009 / 2512
11:31 AM in the dream, i went to a cold storage inside plaza singapura, everythin else was closed cos it was xmas day, but i was going there to buy some flavouring for my shortbread when you appeared out of nowhere in the store cos you had just finished work and it was ... nearby???? Mark: so realistic me: and then i debated long and hard about whether to buy lavender flavouring or chrysentanum i tried to smell all the bottles BUT THEY HAD NO SMELL 11:32 AM so i said oh well maybe it is like a edible thingy like it doesnt have a smell but just a taste 11:33 AM while we were picking out the flavours, we bumped into weng but he had become FAT! (this is probly cos yesterday i bumped into weng's mom on a bus LOL) then we left to go to my house to cook dinner for everyone IN A PICKUP TRUCK the end. Mark: lol this is like the ghosts of xmas past present future i guess i have to buy a pickup truck now 11:34 AM me: hahaha its funny cos in the dream i had details like how i walked into a guardian at first looking to see if they had cake flavouring cos, i often walk into guardians in real life HOPING they will ahve a such and such random product 11:35 AM me: often they wont, but i do it anyway cos there are so many guardians around and soemtimes they have weird shit Mark: hahahaha it's obviously not a dream Mark: u actually did it
Dream in which we are at supermarket buying food like normal people when suddenly you then tell me that you hate me for no reason and hit me over the head with a tin can of sardines until i cry at how unreasonably violent and awful you are to me.
I leave and outside it is like waterloo station imax. empty at night empty roundabout.
tongue cut off saving it shipyard large building dead colleague we are wrtiiing out report correspondance, crystals wedding rachel, funeral, baby. small kids ask me how i made hair. segue to parents asking me how i know crystal.
dream in which i am guardian of small girl. we are angry with someone else who is neglecting her. she trashes place. runs down streete way.
white space building cafe. nick, appears, after a long disappearance. we talk, something transpires. suddenly, it is an english murder drama.
b(_____) in the c(______) [murder] in the [conservatory]? scene of woman crying into hands, man rushes to get her a hankerchief the words for it go: "she had already cried 3/4 into her hands when he returned"
1. basketball tryouts by koreans under the decoy "dogs" - i wonder if they are being ironic. one guy who is one head shorter than all the rest. puts a moustache on to avoid looking out of place but i dunno how that helps
2. being left at a camp by parents who are dropping me off early. the whole place to myself, campsite, windows views. but has feel of hospital.
3. homestead diy show, i am about to present an item, its a flat a bit like instinc's space. loft apartment. lady who is also co-presenter lives in this flat with lavender plants (plastic ones which are a bit fake but smell like the thing like real ones can never be like. she asks me what time do i usually wake up, i say anytime from 6 to 12noon, cos she looks like a childless mother but im wrong! she has kids to send to school. we are immediately different, unable to talk to each other.
trying to cut broadbeans into half with a special knife. this knife gullotine becomes bigger and bigger. it is across the room now. a family of indian snails ocme in and want to seek our consultancy. the snail has to travel over the blade to meet us, it is almost sliced into half, the other snails do not notice this for snails are gooey. but i find this preposterous. red suede curtains like a moulin rouge performance. indian snails.......
What happened in 2011???
i had a dream the other day involving drugs and hallucinations
a dealer had come to our house, but he had reserved all the psychedelic drugs for me but was selling everyone else the hard stuff like smack and what not because he said it would be more suitable for my child-like disposition
in the dream, everyone was like "oh that's the baby stuff we like the hard stuff more" but i was like no way!
2012 JAN DREAM ABOUT EDIBLE TOFU PRIM SLICING WITH A PROBLEM WITH AUTOFILL ON ONE PLANE
debbie ding <email@example.com> Jan 13 to Martin
I had a dream last night about a tofu square that i was going to eat but when i cut it open it was hollow and the tofu was revealed to be a construct made of 2d planes that just happened to be tofu coloured. (I eat a lot of tofu in real life, btw. Also, now that i think about it, tofu looks a lot like a simple prim or primitive, also known as the building blocks in second life... or minecraft... two things which i play a lot of...)
Slicing a corner from the larger prim resulted in a new corner prim that was tofu coloured on all planes (like it should be!), but the largerprim was left with this bizarre hollow see-through hole where a tofu colour should be. There were shadows inside and I was tempted to touch inside but at the same time i knew there was no point because this already meant that the tofu didn't even exist.
The logic was that if I were to cut off bits from a larger prim, the small bits i cut off should also have an autofill on side where the 2d plane/slice intersected with the 3d tofu. But in this case, the larger prim would not autofill this newly sliced plane. The error in the program allowed me to see that the tofu was a nonexistent tofu and hollow on the inside. But I didn't want to see that this tofu experience was artificial, I was even irritated because it would have been nicer to pretend that this tofu was also tofu inside.
In the end, I still ate it with a cardboard coloured sauce. I also didn't like the cardboard coloured sauce because it gave the illusion of tasting like cardboard when it was more like soy sauce in taste. But generally speaking, despite the computational error for the tofu, and the grey cardboard sauce, the entire dish tasted like steamed eggs, and I still enjoyed it.
2012 DEC 001 DREAM ABOUT BEING SAVED FROM A HAREM IN A SANDSTORM
debbie ding <firstname.lastname@example.org> Nov 22 to George
I fell asleep on my table while attempting not to fall asleep for too long, but I ended up sleeping a very ridiculously long time, having a dream about being in a big hot sweltering desert where I had checked into a hotel full of girls which seemed very suspicious because there were only girls. They seemed to be models and they were all well dressed. I was wearing a yellow dress. The room in which I was to reside in was very very dusty, caked with black dirt like the state of my room in Singapore whenever one does not clean the floor for a few weeks. I tried to clean it with a cloth and was getting smudged with dirt and the other girls seemed disapproving that I was trying to clean the floor by hand. But I was not wearing shoes so of course the dirt was bothering me with its texture on the ground (All the other people seemed to be wearing shoes). Having had enough of this, I called you on the phone and amazingly you said you were coming to pick me up. So i ran out to the front foyer. In the distance i could see a small round silver car which for some reason i instantly identified as your car. However, as you were speeding across the sand dunes and approachng, the waves of sand were like water, they were heaving up against the building and it seemed as if the car was floating on a bed of watery sand that was coming in huge waves. Finally as you had approached within 5 metres of the building, the hugest ever wave of water/sand hit the car and it did a few somersaults to my extreme horror. Luckily, in the end, it flipped and landed upright in the parking lot right next to some motorcycles where people usually park their cars right in front of the building. Me and some other pedestrians in the area instinctively rushed over to the car to see whether you were alright. I opened the car door and it was totally full of sand but the sand began pouring out from top to bottom to reveal that you were sitting neatly in the seat, coughing and blinking, but it seemed you were alive and well.
2012 DEC JELLY SCIENTIST
5:54 AM me: Andreas! I had a dream last night and you were in it! You were a jelly scientist making jellies out of everything and anything. You had opened your own successful Jelly Restaurant and cafe, and it served anything from Cake Jelly, to Steak Jelly, and Soup Jelly.. everything jelly. but it was so exquisitely done. Your hair also had become really big and poofy like a mad scientist's, and also slightly grey, like it was a few years later and you were older now and like a wise old jelly scientist who could make jellies out of anything. 5:55 AM andreas: huahahaha what a coincidence i'm eating jelly now ate 4 :)) me: HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF JELLY MAKING 5:58 AM andreas: errr yeah for inoculation not for consumption :(
2012 DEC 002 DREAM ABOUT FLOATING WATERMELONS
I am at home. I'm waiting for George to come over because its chinese new year or something. But this is the old house in Katong. The father makes a decision that since he is coming a bit later me and my parents go downstairs to the foodcourt to buy some fruits. The foodcourt looks like the old Tiong Bahru market. I pick out a large watermelon. It is the size of a space hopper. I carry it although it is very heavy, yet it wants to float. It begins to float up into the ceiling and bounces off a fan. I am chasing after the floating watermelon through the market like a crazy person.
2012 DEC 003 DREAM ABOUT POTATO BALLS WHICH COST 7 EUROS
I am at a conference or something in a place that looks like Kassel and I'm waiting for George who is around the corner. I want to eat something but only have 6 euros in coins. The menu is all weird and foreign and i dont want to commit to eating something really huge. So i ask for potato balls. But they say it costs 7 euros which is more than i have, so i end up having to pay with my credit card.
2013 JAN 001 DREAM ABOUT 3D POOPER
George and I are sitting in a lush, ornamental garden that looks like the front of the Orangerie in Kassel. He tells me that it is possible for humans to autonomously 3D replicate objects on their own - and that for example, if I stick this pair of white earphones up my ass then my body will be able to 3D replicate it - a "3D Pooper" as you would have it. He presents me with a glass of Milk of Magnesia and says this is the material required for the replication of a set of plastic earphones. During the dream I do not actively know that Milk of Magnesia is a laxative, although I might have known this in the past but did not actively recall it until I woke up and googled it. Despite my inclination to believe George, I'm not totally sure if I want to use this method to replicate the earphones, but in real life I do need a new pair of white earphones as my old iphone earphones are not working. Also, I think about all the metallic parts within the headphones and wonder if the Milk will suffice as the base material for... extrusion?
Next to us, I can see a mixed bunch of English Literature students led by Professor Rajeev Patke, who was the English professor I admired most during my university days. Patke was very wise and old - and always came into class with only a book and then could speak for hours without referring to anything besides the book in his hand, and even then his lecture would seem very complex and utterly brilliant to us all (while I was teaching i had the secret aspiration of one day becoming a great orator like Prof Patke). In the garden, they are having a class in levitation and invisibility. Apparently it has to be MA/MFA students studying literature or creative writing who are qualified for this task because skillful levitation and invisibility requires an in-depth understanding of poetry. They aren't very good yet, so as the students are levitating and turning invisible, some of them are using the bushes as supports, and I can see invisible footprints imprinted in the sides of the bushes. I'm sitting there contemplating the white earphones in my hand...
2013 JAN DREAM ABOUT SANDWICHES
Dream about going during a one hour lunch break to a sandwich shop run by a frazzled Arab man. I choose the shop because there's a sign board saying it has 43/50 of its sandwiches left for the day so I assume they have it prepared. The whole menu has fancy names like Barbara and scout. There is no way to tell what it might actually be. I order a "scout", but nothing arrives. After a long wait the Arab man says he'll take us to the sandwich in his car. He drives me and another customer to a silo of sand that looks like tampines sand stockpiles for Hdb flats. We stop in front of one of the stock piles of sand. There is no sandwich, he admits and apologises. He offers to drop me and other customer off at the MRT for free.
2013 FEB DREAM ABOUT TWO CREAM BUNS IN A HOUSE WITH ONE PERSON
In the dream, I woke up in a house in London with a hangover. I was confused and went to the fridge to see what food there was. There were two identical cream buns as if I had bought them for two people, except there was only one person in the house (i.e.: me). I went to my computer and checked my email. I received two emails, one was from you, one was for a plane ticket. You had written me an email to say that you were not going to tell me any more specific details about your condition (possibly some sort of cancer of the lymph nodes) because I wouldn't be able to stop googling it if you told me anything; but that you would tell me when you knew more if it was fine or not fine. (The "time" in the dream was right now, like you just telling me last night, hence such an email from you in dreamlogic.) The second email was for a plane ticket from LDN > Berlin > SG, with a one week stopover in Berlin in two weeks time. I wondered why I had bought such a long stupid stopover in Berlin at a time like this. I was desperately trying to remember why I was wanting to go to Berlin in the first place.
2013 LUCID DREAMING ABOUT LUCID DREAMING
I just woke from a dream in which i had a dream that was lucid but i was slightly awake and able to type it out in detail on my phone but then i woke up and i hadn't typed it out on my phone. My lucid dreaming recording method is bleeding into my lucid dreaming..