Peculiar phenomenon are recurring more frequently. I think something is up with the world. Or me.
Accomodation. A rather strange thing. I got off the train to what I described to be student accomodation. The rain has just stopped. First, I enter what I seem to consider my old accomodation. It is an old building with many rooms, and there are beds everywhere in the main hall, like a wartime hospital. I walk in and ignore all those beds straight to an elevator. I take the elevator up to the second floor. I speed straight to a familiar room and unlock it. Inside, I find my things. Because it's just a dream, I picture it as a heavy fluff. Imagine a really heavy comforter.
Near this room, a bed lies outside at the end of a corridor, a sign of how small my old place was. I leave the place with my stuff, knocking over a few beds in the process, and returning the now no-longer-of-use key to the office.
I head over to my new place, and get in. (I already have a key.) I have trouble finding my own room, so I knock on a door, finding about six people busy playing Devil May Cry 4 on PS3 controllers. (How six people do this is beyond me.) I ask them for help, and they ask to see my key. I show them my key, and they take me to my apartment, where I enter to find my housemate happily trodding his way through some game. I drop off my things in my room, of which my housemate seems to have dumped his things in as well. (probably some artifact of my first housemate doing the same thing).
I immediately leave for some gaming event at a concept store. After this gaming event, the dream ends - and is replaced with one a lot more dreamlike.
This one wasn't so vivid, but it was yet another one involving a train a lot. I'll separate it into two parts: one about the train, and another about something I've dreamed about before, accomodation. First, about the train. It's a mass rapid transit kind-of train, that goes far into the suburbs. (I'm thinking I was dreaming of something similar to Melbourne's trains.) I took this train everywhere, including all the way home. This time however, I was taking this train to my university. It isn't the University of Melbourne, it's kinda further into the suburbs.
This wasn't a short train ride, mind you. It took plenty of stops before I got there. The first stop was seemed similar to a normal train station. There were a few food stalls here and there, but mostly people.
The next few stops were just desolate places with nothing there, but a few people did get off at those stops. And then, it started raining. The rain got really heavy, and at some point we started getting into forest area. It continued to rain heavily.
I walked down the train into the food section (yes, I know, peculiar that it has a food section). I find that the food section no longer exists. It's empty, and in a corner, there is a convenience store. I buy some bread and ice cream from it, and return to my bed.
The train has a stopover in a city. (Yeah, I know, it gets wacky.) This city is somewhat similar to Singapore, except with less people and slightly less tall buildings. I walk around the city to visit the hospital (what the heck?) and talk to a friend of mine, who is now a dentist. (a dentist at a hospital?) Note that it is still raining now.
I run back to the train with my friend who sees me off. The train runs off into my final destination.
(To be continued...)
Last week, I had a rather peculiar dream. Why did it take this long for me to blog about it? I was wondering. Would it be sane to talk about the stranger dreams I have? Well, I rarely describe my dreams in such detail, but I suppose. It began with sort of a prologue. I was somehow given/sold to a demon/devil for some strange reason. Oddly enough, this resulted in me having to board a train on sorts. The train station itself seemed ordinary. A train station that seemed perfectly ordinary. There are the usual newsagents around, the ticketing counters, the open space, the platforms.
A train came. A group of us, about twenty people got on this train. We got on this train, and before we knew it, the world outside it had changed. The doors opened, and we walked out. The place we got out onto was strange. It looked exactly like the train station we had left, but it was deserted. The stalls were closed. The station was run down and old. The devil/demon huddled us up to a corner.
We got somewhat of a briefing. The details were vague, but it was obvious that we weren't brought to hell or any kind of place like that. He/she/it told us that we would be called upon when needed, but until then, we were free to wander this world. It was a strange world. It was practically a copy of the real world - but with very much less people.
We soon found that most of the things we needed were lying around. Communication, transport, and lodging were all taken care of. What was probably among the more alarming things was that we found that there was a way back. It was temporary, and purely allowed for simple visits to the real world for a short period of time, it was interesting to say the least. Of course, it was something you could just get on, with certain things that needed to be done.
The world used a peculiar currency. We know it exists. We know it's there. However, it doesn't seem to have a physical form, or even method of transfer, but we could transfer it. While we never ever seemed to deal with the devil/demon, it became apparent that the world had a strange way of working.
To earn currency on which to spend on certain things, like visits to the real world and other 'privileges', we found ourselves doing jobs and playing some degree of politics. To this extent, the world was vicious, from a human sense, but going there itself had already entailed losing an amount of humanity and morality, if anything was left, it was merely our memories. Everyone there was merely a semblance of themselves in the real world.
Why was this dream weird? This is among the few vivid dreams I've had where there are no discernable identities. The dream itself cuts off soon after I find out about the bus. Other strange details were somehow there. There's no explaining it, but it's something that's just known. Of course, it could just be my mind adding details to the dream. One would never know.
An oddball thing that I've somehow connected with it is that there is some semblance of strength that is gradually gained while being in that world. Either way, the dream was just plain disturbing in its own way.
By now, you're probably wondering why I'm writing about my dreams. My dreams happen to be more interesting than my real life at this point in time. You might not find them as weird as I do, but they sure are weird. Arguably, everybody doesn't dream straight, but there have been creepier dreams. When I was a lot younger, say 10 years ago, I dreamt of what I now know of as the backdoor passage to one of HELP's lecture theatres. That dream was particularly weird because I have never been to one of HELP's lecture theatres. I had never seen a single photo of the passage, nor have I seen it until I actually went to HELP.
Well, you might say that, hey, it's just a passage, surely there must be some permutation in my dream that led to that particular passage. Maybe. You'd never know. While I have never had any particularly prophetic dream, these dreams do often cause feelings of deja vu. A particular conversation with a friend about a very particular topic, going a very particular direction - and you know exactly what you're about to say, and what your friend is going to reply.
Where am I going exactly? I don't mark many of my dreams as particularly peculiar, since most of them I forget. But those I remember - are the weird ones.