Dreams don't come true

Well , first off i wanna point out that of all entries in my blog , this is the only one which i would want people to read about ... to hell wit the rest useless entries .

straightforwardly , ever since the first morning of cny , i've had dreams . even till now . not ur rainbow dreams or wet dreams , but story-like dreams . stories presented through movie-like scenes . all of em felt so real , it was as if i cud have reached me hand out there and touch them characters . felt so realistic , so genuine . as if i was watching a movie in a cinema . but in the end , still nothing more than a dream that ends when i open my eyes .

i awoke on the first morning of cny , and thought to myself ` omfg that was such a cool dream , i wanna write a story based on it !! ` then i tried to recal that dream . tried n tried but to no avail , the dream wouldn't come back alive ... only segments of it i cud make up in my mind , but that was all .

this went on until even now , friday feb 3 . every nite , i get dreams . dreams of stories , of movies , but different ones every night - they keep changing . in fact , on the 2nd ( or wuzzit 3rd , i cant remember ) morning of cny , i watched a ghost movie wit me cousin and me bro late at nite - titled The Maid . the first scary part reached , and immediately after tat my aunt came down n shut the dvd . `watching shows like these on a night of cny - sorry i cant allow that ` and that was how she shooed us to bed . on that particuar night/early morning , i dreamed the continuation of that horror movie , from where i stopped watching it . dreamed n dreamed till i woke n went to pee , and later on it was another dream , different altogether . of cuz , the continuation i dreamt didn't came to reality and The Maid's story didn't went as i dreamt it to be , but its still a special dream - tho i don't remember its contents any longer .

and today , i dreamed of something even more unique - my past . my past , or so i had thought .

a scrawny little boy was in the open field - me . the grass was nothing but a bland and simple light green . there were no trees , but only kids of my age . there was a huge wooden box at the corner of that field , one which had loads of kids sitting on it - it had the height of approximately 2.5m and the width of 5m .

and then my dream transported me , somehow , onto the box . i was sitting there curled up , with other kids . there we played imaginary games . one game would be where we imagine the box as a ship as we fend off pirates acted by friends . tere were lots more , but i can't recall . then my dream brought the box afloat , and wooshed us towards the kid's houses one by one . we would go in , take candies , and open fridges hunting for food . i can still remember wat was in my cousin Alex's fridge - it was huge , and there were all sorts of stuff in it . in the freezer there were assorted ice-creams and chocolates , and a box of mini hazelnut ice-creams . there were sweets , loads of it , and i remember them all too well even now but i can't possibly be describing them all - there were gummy bears , sugar-coated colourful jelly-like sweets , heck there was even a durian cake covered with snowflake-like santan on top of the piano .

then there were games such as football , pretend-fights , so on . too many to list out , too hard for me to describe .

then i awoke from that dream and thought to myself ... man , tat was sum nice memory i had .

it was then that i realized , hey , that's not my childhood memories !! no such thing like that took place in my life , ever ! but why did it felt like it was a real memory , a real past , when i was going through the experience ? where is my past ? i sat thinking for a while , on my bed , wondering what my past years were spent doin - and i realized i hadn't been doing anything . i could recall times of when i met up wit frens for gatherings , be it with schoolmates or o2jammers or dota-ers . i could remember my standard one times , when my buddies and i would build forts with tables and make that our `area` of the classroom . i recalled how i stared out into the badminton court during lessons in standard 2 , or how i was called out through the announcement speakers to take my weekly magazine from the school office . heck i even remembered how it was ike when i shit my pants in kindergarden .

and then i remembered how i met my friends . shawn in std 4 wasn't really the nicest guy i had known , and we didnt liked each other - but there were events that took place and he became my best fren . or sumthin . then there was my tuitioning times wit all my tuitionmates in mrs thiru's tuition , the black indian woman beside the primary school .

i then thought for a while after recalling my life's history . in secondary school , the only times when i had fun was mostly wit my family ( during trips and chinese new year gamblings/gatherings and other etc events ) and the rest from chatting wit frens in class or football fields or futsal courts . but there wasn't anything really `BIG` to remember about . life had been so predictable , normal - so normal that it was in fact boring , now that i think back about it . gatherings , meetings , vacations , happenings , events , all of these are common life happenings .

tho there were plenty of sweet memories , it still felt boring now that i rethink it . i could still remember all my fren's names in std 1 . i cud still remember me first crush which was kinda damn stupid when i was in std 1 , as well .

anyway dump my past aside , what will i be dreaming tonite ? another storyline ? i hope so because they're all so enjoyable and makes me feel great and inspired when i wake up . tata ...