I don't want to lose my corporeal form.
I had an afternoon nap after an eventful lunch.
And I had a nightmare, which wasn't so much of a night as it was a day. But daymare sounds comical. I've always had problems with people blogging about their dreams too, unless it's a wet dream.
It almost was for this day-mare.
I was with my family and somehow there's this random girl who joined us and we got touchy for some unknown reason, probably because I was that charming.
Then we decided to go to some hotel, and my father was leading the way, and somehow the road to the hotel proved to be a long and arduous one because..
..we had to climb 3-storey ladders and crawl through pipes and so on. It was absurd but I didn't think too much about it in the dream because I've had similar dreams before which consisted of me making my way through labyrinths. A true reflection of life indeed.
So we were about to get to the hotel when I fell from the ladder we were climbing. It was similar to the ladder we had to climb in L4D2 at the safehouse in the last campaign, except longer. The colour and setting were similar.
But that's not the point. After falling, I got up and looked around, and shouted to tell my father and the would-be-laid girl that I'm OK, I'm still up for it, and I'm going to re-attempt the ladder.
Except that they couldn't hear me and climbed down the ladder to check on my body. Then I realized I died =.=
Wao. Dying in a dream, how epic. So I tried to reconnect to my body, hoping that it was just like a normal disconnection from Runescape--reconnectable, but it didn't work, and the paramedics arrived declared me dead and I was to be transported to the..
...airport. Yes, how random. And I was following my family members and my body around and I screamed my lungs out, trying to get to them, (because) they're my only ones, but it didn't work. The desperation was much like my previous nightmare which occurred at night, but worse because this time I knew I was dead, I could see my body. It was terrible. But it was a dream. I hope it remains that way.
Then I realized that they can't hear me, duh, so I started shouting random songs hoping for them to hear, and they thought it was a random ghost and not me, and they even attributed it to a lousy radio or something, indicative of how well my vocals are(when I'm dead).
Then after awhile we got to the airport, and then somehow 2 humans in the contingent could sense the presence of an invisible person and started hurling rocks at me.
Then I woke up.
What's the moral of the story?
Never agree to go to the hotel with random people you don't know.
I should become a monk or something related.
I hate that feeling of desperation. This is another reason for me to want to live--I don't want to die, I don't want to lose my corporeal form.
-- 4/11/2010 09:33:00 PM
