So the dream started in my house. I was going to die soon, I remember. Somehow, this dream felt like a continuation from part of reality and a previous dream. I don't know, I can't differentiate. You all know how it goes with dreams. As I was saying, I was going to die soon, I forgot all about that until I started feeling weak and my hands were gradually turning transparent. I panicked. My heart was pounding like a hammer.
I was still staring at my hands in complete horror, thinking, 'oh god, what is happening in all those dramas I watched is actually happening to me now. Oh god oh god oh god'. My father saw what kind of happened and panicked too. He got super worried and kept asking, 'what should we do?'. I was kind of annoyed and frustrated with his questions 'cause how would I know?? I had no idea why this was happening and I was already extremely scared myself.
Just then, I remembered something. About copying some information into one of my lecture notes. I quickly got to work, searching my whole room for that information. At the same time, I was also worried that my hands would directly pass through any object. Fortunately, it didn't. So I searched frantically. It wasn't until some time later that I actually found it. My hands were practically trembling I guess. I felt that they were weak like they would disappear any moment which was extremely scary to me. I can't even describe that kind of feeling. Like, I'm gonna lose my hands any minute, I won't be able to grip anything anymore. Maybe I'd just die straightaway soon. Oh god, believe me, that dream was extremely scary. I was on a ticking time bomb to save my own life.
Anyway, that information I found was obtained from an old lady. (Was it? This part really seemed like a continuation of a previous dream. Like when did I meet that old woman hello?) Or it was probably linked to reality - where I actually copied notes in school. Haha, IDK.
It was stated that I had to go to some sort of 'island' with lots of 'mountains'/hills where I had to find an object (was it golden?), or at the very least, obtain like a permission or a clue of its location before moving on to another place where I had to do... something. BUT, I had to retrieve that object by 5.30 p.m. and bring it to the second place or else I'm dead. Literally, that was a very horrible and terrifying moment of realization.
Do it or die. You get it done late, you die, no courage to do, die. It all felt much too real.
Oh, and also, my hands turned back to normal but I had that pins-and-needles feeling in them.
Okay so, my father, brother and I started packing for essentials to bring on our journey there. My father was rushing us along, saying he'll get his car. Since when did my father have a car?! *Inserts laughing emoji* While we were packing our bags, my mother approached me and asked, "Do you really have to go?" I replied, "Then do you want me to die? It's the only way," in a very annoyed and frustrated manner and expression. Why? Because she asked it in a very heck-care manner. Like she didn't care about my survival. I ws thinking, "Hello?! I'm your daughter leh?? You not going with me ,okay, but I'm doing this to save my own life! I never asked daddy or did to go with me also. They volunteered. So don't give me that 'why you all have to go? don't need what' attitude with me." In addition, I was quite puzzled as to why she was acting like this when she was very nice all the while. HAHAHA.
Okayokay, so we prepared: torchlights, cables, portable charger, tissue, food(?), etc. Ah, I wanted to not bring my portable charger along cause how would I charge it right? Then I remembered my father said he was gonna drive us in a car. And I was thinking, the car should have place for us to charge right? But then later I charge until the frontlights go out how? After that I was just like whatever and stuffed it in my bag. I was about to leave the house when I realized I forgot something? and went back to take it.
My mother was nagging over there as usual about how I should have prepared everything earlier. As if it was just a normal outing not a suicide mission. After that, we set off.
We finally arrived at our destination and the front lights of the car shone on very brightly on trees, bushes, and grass. Somehow, it was as dark ass nighttime thought it shouldn't have been or else I would be dead already. I had to complete everything on that day if I didn't mention. My father turned off the engine, and the lights went off. We got down, and started making our way through the place.
I crawled up various hills of grass with my torchlight in hand, min was quite unique I feel - with a handle that I could hold on to when walking, and also act as a stand when put on the ground. Of course, my father and brother were with me. We were getting rather anxious already because we left the house at around 2.30-3.30 p.m. Time was running out. Only when we were nearing close to 5.30 p.m. did we find the clue.
Partially relieved, we set off for the next destination, but things didn't look good. We were either on our way to the next place or rushing back to the first place, I can't remember. I only remember we were travelling on a boat and damn it, it was extremely dark all around us. Then I woke up. My father had just reached home. Lol.
So yeah, that was more or less the dream I had. I ought to start a dream diary soon because some of my dreams are just so interesting, funny, and somewhat like a novel/drama mixture like the one above. I only took a nap for like two hours and I dreamt all this up. Pretty amazing. But I'm glad I woke up. That was not enjoyable.
Though honestly, I still remember a few particular scenes I had in dreams a few years back. Back then. my dreams weren't scary at all. At least, RARELY EVER. Really. Nowadays... I have more bad dreams like the above. Though if I think about it closely, it's kind of fascinating. I kind of experience what it's like for all those dramas/books I read. You guys probably know what kind of books/dramas I love watching/reading for me to dream these kinds of dreams. Haha.
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