hello again
Jun 22, 06 PM - by "Magnified"
I must have eaten something strange, or started a cell-research on myself. My body is starting to mutate. Here I am, sitting atop a huge rock at the "Tamar site" waterfront, teaching a stroke patient how to say "Tim Ma Laam" in Chinese. Next thing I know, I'm inside a spacious white sky-lit lobby, feeling very weak. A group of young people are playing hide-&-seek. They are part of my research team, and also my friends. They know that I feel really sick, but they want me to feel like being in the game with them.Some water is leaking-in from the roof, I have to be careful not to get wet, or else my body will decompose. I feel as if I'm dying. Nothing can change my fate. However, I am not fighting it. All my teammates truly care for me as they try to include me in their daily activities. I feel very touched and loved.
They take me to a room where there is a target-shooting training/game. I get to use a flimsy rifle that has a slight bent at the tip of the shooting barrel. The target is in a TV screen, non-moving, but small. As the police officer explains how the "game" works, I'm thinking, how can this thing shoot when it's bent?
When it comes time to take aim, I use my left hand to center the tip and shoot. Right on target! How's that possible? I guess I'm very good at aiming. Haha. Second shot is a hit again.
Suddenly I realize that the other "players" are down on the floor, shooting from different angles. Oh, am I supposed to do that too? No wonder I'm making my shots that easily! So I position myself as if there is a barricade in front and fire my 3rd shot. Is that it? Only 3 shots are allowed? I guess I didn't pay attention when the officer explained the game.
That was fun, but as I walk out of the room it starts to feel weird on my feet. This mutation has the ability to turn my body parts upside down, front side back, so to speak. I can feel my left heel moving forward and my toes moving backward. But it still looks normal on the surface. What an eerie feeling...
Before I realize what is happening, I find myself walking on the ceiling, upside down. Oh my! I'm anti-gravity! A lady came in, she is the mom of one of the female team members. She looks up at me in detest when I say 'Hi Auntie'. She isn't surprised to see me like this. She never approved of this research from the start.
One male teammate takes me out, across the street. My feet are on the ground this time. While on the crosswalk, suddenly a white car comes crashing right in front of me! The driver is very taken by something on my face, she looks so horrified that I doubt she realizes she just caused an accident.
What's happening to my face? Are my facial features re-arranging their positions? Is my mouth moving to the forehead now? I can feel that something is not right on my face. My teammate hurrily drags me to his car, away from the commotion. I can feel that my tongue is breaking down to pieces , is it re-shaping into a new configuration? I can't see it.
He gives me a napkin to hold my tongue pieces that are coming out of my mouth. The pieces come out like chewed-gum, but it's salty and white. Yuck! He doesn't say much, but from his looks I can tell he's very concerned, he's sorry to see what has become of me, and he really cares deeply.
Jun 18, 06 AM - by "Lucie"
No image. Just sounds. I guess I have tuned in to some sort of radio station broadcasting classical, orchestral music. I try hard to remember a short melody clip, so J can research into it when the experience is over.
(Too bad, Lucie dozed off and Magnified came again. The memory was erased. Sleep cycle is disrupted these days due to World Cup. Lucie doesn't come by much. NOTE To Self: Try to get up right after Lucie's visit, don't fall asleep again)
Jun 16, 06 AM - by "Magnified"
There is a lot of money I need to transport somewhere, but it's too much to take on the airplane. At the street corner there is a structure that looks like an entrance to an underground subway station, kinda dark, but many passers-by. Inside, a machine can count money and turn it into a ticket for convenience handling, something like a casino gambling card, but the machine is horizontal and uses a conveyor belt. On one end, R puts in the $100 bills (U.S. currency), one by one. Then, the conveyor belt whooshes it to the other end, where it is counted.It's tedious to insert and wait and insert and wait. I lose patience and hurry to push them in. I go too fast, and the machine gets stuck! One of the bills falls down to the escalator which is one floor below, and an old lady takes it. I shout to her, "hey lady, that's my money!". I say to R, "go after the lady and get the money back!"
I look into the machine, the bills are piled in the middle . Station staff comes to clean it out and a Korean lady, who stands next to me in line, is very curious to see so much money.
Finally R takes the dropped $100 bill back and we sit down, with the staff lady in red uniform, to count the total again. We try to avoid on-lookers, but this Korean lady secretly follows us. When she sees that the whole stack of bills is about 3-4 inches thick, she exclaims, "That's like 5 million dollors in there!" Why is she still here? She's so nosy...
We have to get to the airport, but that becomes a sea port instead. The skies are getting dark. On the side of a docked red ship I see the waves have turned greyish. (That's the last I remember of the dream)
Jun 14, 06 PM - by "Magnified"
Dream1:
I walk into an open room and see Dad sitting at a desk, checking out stacks of blue and white letter-sized envelops. Mom is next to him, helping to look for something. Dad picks up one envelope and asks me, "Is this the one when you had the ice cream cone"? Turns out, these envelops are records of things that happened in the past. He is looking for a specific past event. Even our old male servant (non-existant in real life), when he made birthday cake for my sister, that event was recorded too. He saw her grew up. I wonder, how come he didn't make cake for me when I was a kid?
Scene changes, my sister and I are now in a round room (one like those in a castle tower top, with stone walls and all-around windows). Suddenly we hear our parents say, "close all the doors and windows, immediately!" We hurry to do so, sensing that there is some monster coming to get us. Before we closed all the doors, some monster comes and drags my sister out. I am stunned, and a bit lost. But I don't think the monster will come get me so I'm not afraid.
Dream2:
At a huge supermarket, there is a big corner spot that is not stacked with produce. Instead, this is a place for World Cup fans to watch the games live, as it's projected onto the high wall. People gather, R&J are there too. We lay down on the floor, making ourselves at home. Some of us lean on loaves of bread for extra comfort. The screen size is SOOOO huge! There is a smaller TV within the screen range, but it blends in really well with the projection that it's hard to see.
(Of course, I don't remember the teams or the score now.)
Jun 13, 06 PM - by "Magnified"
Dream1:
I can communicate through sign really well tonight, saying exactly everything I have in mind. My deaf ASL teacher, Lynn, she can talk. But I wonder, how come she looks different?
Dream2:
Mom is yelling at me, "You must go to Las Vagas with me, you will gamble there, then win and buy me a house. Every month you pay me back." What? Buy another house? Why do you want to do something like gambling? I tell dad. Dad is surprised too.
Dream3:
I'm swimming in a pool. Other kids are around, playing in the water. The pool is shaped like a "T". I swim and turn into the T junction, suddenly I realize all water is drained. I lay flat on my stomach, no more water. Three Chinese men came around and said, come with us, we go swim elsewhere. I recognise the man who spoke as our agency's board member (not true in real life). He introduces himself as "Wyland", and introduce the other 2 men. They take me in front of an elevator, I'm still dripping water.
(NOTE: The next morning, I came across a checque design that shows the name Wyland Foundation. Turns out, this foundation supports the conservation of our ocean planet and the mighty animals that live within, including my favorite--Shamu!)
The Beginning - by "Magnified"
In the dream, the first image is a tunnel view looking outward. I see my 10th uncle just walked by, so I follow. As I walk outside of the tunnel, there is a large body of water, but of shallow depth. In the middle there is a short, white bridge that leads somewhere beyond the waters. I get on the bride and find that it is quite long. I can see afar that there is a commercial airplane beneath the right side of the bridge, just sitting quietly in the valley. No damage, but no people either. The tail has green and white bands, kinda like the Cathay planes.
(Did I wake at this point? I don't remember. The next dream started not long after this.)
I start out exactly at the same point as the last dream, inside the tunnel. I see my 10th uncle just walked by, but it's a magnified shot, as if I am seeing it through a monocular. I walk out of the tunnel and toward the plane as before. When I return, however, the water now became an ocean, waves are growing fast! The bridge is no longer there, but there are rocks in the seabed for people to step on. I hurry to get across. A few people are in front of me trying to get back ashore too, but as they step on the rocks we realize they are now floating! A kid slips and falls, the mom pulls him back up. I try hard to hop my way over, putting as little weight on each rock as possible. I slip a bit, but eventually get out of it.
(NOTE: This dream was intended, with the aim to find, from the dream, an alias for an online dream journal. The resulting dream was MAGNIFIED, something I have never experienced before.)