I had a dream one of the nights this week, couldn’t remember which though, cause I’ve been clocking around 11 hours of sleep time per day. Yeah, the week before exam does this to you. But anyway, back to the dream, it was of a carousel, and I hate carousels. Because they are useless funfare-y things that goes round and round with strange unmoving horses poked through thick poles. The only thing that I could reluctantly like about on a carousel would be the teacups, but only those with the spinning wheels in the middle.
Right back on to the dream, the carousel. It was moving at a speed of 150km/h, which I know for a fact because in my dream there was speed meters stuck on to each one of them horses that were galloping around in the carousel. So it was like this- the carousel spinning beyond normal, sane carousel speed by itself, the horses moving even faster by themselves, and one lonesome me, in the middle of this chaos ride. If you were standing outside of the carousel in my dream, I would be that tiny blimp that zooms right past you every 0.1 second or less. There must have been around 14 of them horses, each neighing like the maniacally speeding creatures they were, with no drowsy music blaring from the carousel sound system. The neighing was it, the neighing was the music.
I was sitting on one of them horses and naturally started negotiating with it on how I would give it a lump of barley, or an apple, if it just stop because I didn’t want to die that early. It took about 5 minutes for me to realize that horses don’t speak human and then I proceeded on with the next rational step, shout at the speed meter, wishing for it to just miraculously go down. The situation was already depressingly crappy by itself when all of a sudden a clown appears out of thin air. It was as if my dream just promptly decided at that point that suicidal galloping horses weren’t scary enough that they had to top it with a clown. Top hat, big ass smile, make up and everything. And he proceeded to deliberately sit on the other horse, right next to me. 13 horses and he chose the one beside. The clown just sat there the whole time, grinning stupidly while I was hanging on to dear life.
The rest of the dream was equally bizarre and crazy like that, but for the life of me I can’t remember the full details. The next thing I knew was that I had cotton candy on my hand, and two talking poodles having a conversation in a turning plate in front of me. That was about the time I decided that I had enough, and tried to leave from what I presume to be a dream. I kept trying to use my one cotton candy-less arm to slap myself out of it, but I couldn’t. I was stuck in both side, the one that was sleeping outside and the spinning me in the insides of my head.
I wouldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t one of the scariest things that I ever experienced. The one ability I always have in me was the ability to differentiate between reality and dreams, that and knowing when and how to shake myself out of a dream especially when it gets too fantastically awesome, or downright frightful. But with that dream, at that time, it was as if I suddenly lost my senses on which part of me was dreamland me and which part the real-land me. It was either the one of me that is still sleeping, or the other who is moving ridiculously fast, riding on a horse confined within a carousel, at that moment, I really had no clue which one was I.
I woke up in the end that morning. Don’t know how and what the dream entailed after I kept trying to slap dream-me, but I woke up. It was then that I decided I don’t ever want to not be able to wake myself up from a dream again. Or sit a carousel. Yoda would say a shitty dream, it was.
Tah Eve Lynn
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