A dream - the mental prison.
I had a dream.
Wait no, I dreamed, a dream.
Worry not; this anything but a song of a certain French musical - it has nothing to do with someone who had fallen so low, regretting what life would've been.
I had this bizarre dream, consisting a car, some policemen, and a girl I know but barely converse with.
Of course dreams being dreams, it is quite hazy as I remember it. It'd be good if you can remember it at all - but I wonder if it is a bad thing.
I'll start this dysfunctional story regardless.
It was a sunny day in Cyberjaya, and I had the family car, a Korean sedan. Classes ended early in the afternoon, and I decided that I should get back home. Packed things up, started the engine, and took the headlong road to Seremban, my hometown.
Thing is, as always with dreams, I somehow ended up in the busy metropolitan that is Kuala Lumpur, the capital. Not to mention was speeding the hell out - I was quite amazed myself then - and the highway was clear.
Now, for some unknown reason, I made a stop at a bus stop on the right shoulder of a four lane expressway. Probably for asking directions on how to get the hell back to the regular highway; I didn't know what I was doing.After getting what I needed from whomever that was waiting there, I nudged my car to the left - to a fork on the road that divided the four lanes into two. The thing about dreams, it randomly generates everything. I didn't know where this fork, a concrete "V" with a chevron stretching two meters down, came from.
But I just went with the flow, and moved my car onto the left side of the fork - apparently that's where I needed to go. But tried as I might, I got stuck on the chevron zone as I tried to muscle my way in. There were too many cars on the fork and I was afraid to cut in. Sooner or later, the traffic grew increasingly heavy, and a gridlock ensued. My car, yes got stuck on the Chevron zone, still there. Then a police car - it was blue, had a large "POLIS" emblazoned on its side - stopped on my right. A police officer in black was starting at me. Three of them got off the car, and went into mine. The staring officer rode shotgun.
"Oh boy, you know it is against the road rules to drive here, much less stopping her, isn't it?" he said, while pulling out a notebook, or a summons book with a pen.
"I was trying to get into the left, sir." I replied, "Now look at the traffic. Believe me, I didn't want to get stuck here either."
"Regardless kid, you still have to pay the fine," the officer said, ripping out a finished summons bill and handing it to me.
I stared, aghast. It had the car license plate, and as well the normal details - time, place, what offence - on it. I was in literal deep soup. But I remember in the dream, I asked the officers why didn't they need my car license.
"Oh right kid, let me see your license", an officer in the back asked.
Stupidest move on my part. I took out my license from my wallet and gave it to the wanting hand.
"It's a full one sir. He's beyond the "P - probationary - " phase." he said, while handing it back to me. I put it back into my wallet, my wallet on between my legs, under the car's steering.
The officers in the back then got out, leaving me at the shotgun riding officer in the car. Seeing an opening in the gridlock, I inched forward and squeezed my black metal ass into the metallic procession.
The traffic was I had expected - slow moving with the pace of an injured tortoise - and with lots of horns and screams peppering the whole classic metropolitan scene.
The officer beside me was silent the entire time, until my car, on an overhead bridge, got down to a junction. I asked him, how much would the fine be, because all the while I thought it would be RM300, which is really bad. And adding a demerit system, it was not too good at all for me.
The police officer replied - just RM59 and you'd be on your way. But I have to stop my car for whatever reason (I was still on the junction with traffic lights and everything) and get down with him to pay my fine.
Funny thing was, I left my wallet where it was, between my legs in the car and got down without removing the keys.
Stupid. I know.
The officer guided me through the mire of smoke and heat, from the junction where my car was towards a pavement and then towards an entrance of a tall, blue building. I followed him in.
Only after I followed the officer into a building, I realized I didn't have my wallet with me, and more so, my car keys.
I gasped, I ran back to the junction only, to find, that the car is gone. And the traffic was moving again.
Believing it was a trick, I tried looking for the car all over the place. No sign at all. And my wallet - containing close to RM500 - was in there.
All I could think at the time was to lodge a police report. I walked, amongst the busy, hot streets of Kuala Lumpur, into a train station. I didn't even have any money left, except my phones. I was considering of pawning my phones for some cash so I could travel back. Then I saw a girl that I barely knew, who came running towards me and hugging me.
She had short hair, was wearing a dress and yes, she asked me how I was with all the proper etiquette of a regular conversation. I probably replied I was good and explained my predicament - this part was rather hazy - and then somehow I ended up back into my house in Seremban. It was really hazy, how I got back, but I knew my parents were nonetheless were less than pleased to find out I, well, lost the car.
But at that point in the dream, I realized, it was a dream. It wasn't real. Everything around me wasn't real.
I looked around my house - it had a brownish tinge on the walls, my mother was taller than usual, and my dad was wearing this bright blue uniform. My little brother, was acting with all the gusto of a retarded child, eating cereal on the table and wore this weird smile on his face when he looked at me.
My dad put on his hat for whatever reason and marched out of the door, saying obscenities about me losing the car and went to get his truck to go to work. And it was evening. I remember the sky was turning brown somewhat.
I remember telling my mom that this was all not real. It was a dream. She laughed and then screamed as I ran out of the house, willing myself to wake up. I was banging my head on walls that were honestly, greener than I remembered. I ran past Chinese New Year decorations and then fell backwards into a drain. My head hit the concrete, and by then I fully convinced myself to wake up.
End of story gentleman and ladies.
I don't know whether you found it bizarre (or just boring) but I sure as hell, found it creepy. I never thought that I had to fight my way out of a dream before.
Wait no, I dreamed, a dream.
Worry not; this anything but a song of a certain French musical - it has nothing to do with someone who had fallen so low, regretting what life would've been.
I had this bizarre dream, consisting a car, some policemen, and a girl I know but barely converse with.
Of course dreams being dreams, it is quite hazy as I remember it. It'd be good if you can remember it at all - but I wonder if it is a bad thing.
I'll start this dysfunctional story regardless.
It was a sunny day in Cyberjaya, and I had the family car, a Korean sedan. Classes ended early in the afternoon, and I decided that I should get back home. Packed things up, started the engine, and took the headlong road to Seremban, my hometown.
Thing is, as always with dreams, I somehow ended up in the busy metropolitan that is Kuala Lumpur, the capital. Not to mention was speeding the hell out - I was quite amazed myself then - and the highway was clear.
Now, for some unknown reason, I made a stop at a bus stop on the right shoulder of a four lane expressway. Probably for asking directions on how to get the hell back to the regular highway; I didn't know what I was doing.After getting what I needed from whomever that was waiting there, I nudged my car to the left - to a fork on the road that divided the four lanes into two. The thing about dreams, it randomly generates everything. I didn't know where this fork, a concrete "V" with a chevron stretching two meters down, came from.
But I just went with the flow, and moved my car onto the left side of the fork - apparently that's where I needed to go. But tried as I might, I got stuck on the chevron zone as I tried to muscle my way in. There were too many cars on the fork and I was afraid to cut in. Sooner or later, the traffic grew increasingly heavy, and a gridlock ensued. My car, yes got stuck on the Chevron zone, still there. Then a police car - it was blue, had a large "POLIS" emblazoned on its side - stopped on my right. A police officer in black was starting at me. Three of them got off the car, and went into mine. The staring officer rode shotgun.
"Oh boy, you know it is against the road rules to drive here, much less stopping her, isn't it?" he said, while pulling out a notebook, or a summons book with a pen.
"I was trying to get into the left, sir." I replied, "Now look at the traffic. Believe me, I didn't want to get stuck here either."
"Regardless kid, you still have to pay the fine," the officer said, ripping out a finished summons bill and handing it to me.
I stared, aghast. It had the car license plate, and as well the normal details - time, place, what offence - on it. I was in literal deep soup. But I remember in the dream, I asked the officers why didn't they need my car license.
"Oh right kid, let me see your license", an officer in the back asked.
Stupidest move on my part. I took out my license from my wallet and gave it to the wanting hand.
"It's a full one sir. He's beyond the "P - probationary - " phase." he said, while handing it back to me. I put it back into my wallet, my wallet on between my legs, under the car's steering.
The officers in the back then got out, leaving me at the shotgun riding officer in the car. Seeing an opening in the gridlock, I inched forward and squeezed my black metal ass into the metallic procession.
The traffic was I had expected - slow moving with the pace of an injured tortoise - and with lots of horns and screams peppering the whole classic metropolitan scene.
The officer beside me was silent the entire time, until my car, on an overhead bridge, got down to a junction. I asked him, how much would the fine be, because all the while I thought it would be RM300, which is really bad. And adding a demerit system, it was not too good at all for me.
The police officer replied - just RM59 and you'd be on your way. But I have to stop my car for whatever reason (I was still on the junction with traffic lights and everything) and get down with him to pay my fine.
Funny thing was, I left my wallet where it was, between my legs in the car and got down without removing the keys.
Stupid. I know.
The officer guided me through the mire of smoke and heat, from the junction where my car was towards a pavement and then towards an entrance of a tall, blue building. I followed him in.
Only after I followed the officer into a building, I realized I didn't have my wallet with me, and more so, my car keys.
I gasped, I ran back to the junction only, to find, that the car is gone. And the traffic was moving again.
Believing it was a trick, I tried looking for the car all over the place. No sign at all. And my wallet - containing close to RM500 - was in there.
All I could think at the time was to lodge a police report. I walked, amongst the busy, hot streets of Kuala Lumpur, into a train station. I didn't even have any money left, except my phones. I was considering of pawning my phones for some cash so I could travel back. Then I saw a girl that I barely knew, who came running towards me and hugging me.
She had short hair, was wearing a dress and yes, she asked me how I was with all the proper etiquette of a regular conversation. I probably replied I was good and explained my predicament - this part was rather hazy - and then somehow I ended up back into my house in Seremban. It was really hazy, how I got back, but I knew my parents were nonetheless were less than pleased to find out I, well, lost the car.
But at that point in the dream, I realized, it was a dream. It wasn't real. Everything around me wasn't real.
I looked around my house - it had a brownish tinge on the walls, my mother was taller than usual, and my dad was wearing this bright blue uniform. My little brother, was acting with all the gusto of a retarded child, eating cereal on the table and wore this weird smile on his face when he looked at me.
My dad put on his hat for whatever reason and marched out of the door, saying obscenities about me losing the car and went to get his truck to go to work. And it was evening. I remember the sky was turning brown somewhat.
I remember telling my mom that this was all not real. It was a dream. She laughed and then screamed as I ran out of the house, willing myself to wake up. I was banging my head on walls that were honestly, greener than I remembered. I ran past Chinese New Year decorations and then fell backwards into a drain. My head hit the concrete, and by then I fully convinced myself to wake up.
End of story gentleman and ladies.
I don't know whether you found it bizarre (or just boring) but I sure as hell, found it creepy. I never thought that I had to fight my way out of a dream before.
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