it was Saturday night. actually early Sunday morning.
normal night like any other. biological clock got screwed again. resigned to sleep at 4am in the morning once more.
the strangest dream:
i remember sleeping rather soundly initially. then it all began. a name flashed in my mind. it flickered and blinked repeatedly. i didn't know how to pronounce or pinpoint anything to it.
scene change. i was at the void deck of a hdb block. i don't recall being there before. or have I. there were some people. then there was this girl. the details were shady, but we got to know each other. she was in yellow.
scene change. we were talking. still talking. for a while I thought i saw windows live messenger. we went out and grew closer. we teased one another. it got naughty at one point. plain mindless fun the other. I saw the beach, the sunset, we were on a wave breaker. a true moment of cliche. love is when you have Her warm in your arms, eyes locked in passion and wishing that time would come to a standstill. and nothing else would matter. the world at your feet. finger in finger. how every one of her delicate fingers would find yours. 2 hands went up in unison in a futile attempt to blot out the setting sun. laughs
scene change. she was still in yellow. i had a peek at the back. it reminded me of AC's shirt. i don't know why. it was a shop. we were with friends. people I've never seen before. strange turn of events. some random guy tried landing a kiss on her cheek on his way out of the shop. i was flabbergasted. i flew into a ghastly rage. it was as though the Devil had taken over my mortal self. i made sure with my soul Heaven and Hell heard and felt the pain/anger/shock coursing through my veins/arteries. i woke up in sweat not soaked through but just sweating.
it was 10am on a Sunday morning. i pondered about my dream. it didn't make any sense at all. i stared blankly at the ceiling. i fell back into slumber. i know I did. because she appeared again. this time, the alphabet O flashed.
a lot more random moments. we were still seeing each other. this time I had control over the dream. it felt even more real. we were on a busy street. I could hear excited shrieking emanating. was certain it was from the old woman's mahjong game outside. everything flashed by. i had visions of this and that. picture followed by picture. all foreign to me. she held my hand, looked at me and smiled reassuringly. i could feel her touch i knew i felt her. for the first time i had a clear look at her face. she had dimples. she was petite in build. her hair was jet black and tied into a ponytail. why didn't i notice this before? more random flashes here and there. it was what i never called for. i turned and looked at her. her grip loosened. her smile weakened. she was in considerable pain. she cried a single teardrop of blood.
i woke up. it was 1.13pm on Sunday afternoon. i felt dizzy. sat up in bed for a while. thought to myself and wondered what happened. it felt so so real. i went out, washed up, made tea and returned to the comfort of my room. there was a mahjong game on indeed. i knew i had to do something, not sure what. i reached out and grabbed the post-it pad on the shelf above the monitor. i reached for a black marker in the stationery drawer. i didn't know what,where,when,why,who and how. i took 7 seconds to reflect on my dream. i fetched her name from the abyss and recorded it in black and white.
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Ophelia.
4:35 AM