Hi, its been a while since I last blogged.... and the reason I blogged today is because I just had a sad dream about myself... I don't want the dream goes to waste and forgotten like any other dream that I ever had before.... Personally, I think it is a sad one though... I'll narrate it like a story for u to feel it okay....? And the names are just made up, the stories are added a little spice(as dreams tend to be like movies, not written to be read)
Notice the highlighted words, it may come in handy
Well, here goes....
I
THE CHASE
I remembered like it was yesterday, the strong winds, and the rainy evening of what day i know not of. It was as if my days were repeating itself, day in and day out. So, as I walked down the streets against the rain, with head lay low. I heard, a soft and faint sound of music in the distance, playing, and coming closer to me. A sad Japanese song played in flute (and so i presume). When I looked up, I saw a green balloon with no strings attached to it, and the sound came from it. It flew pass me, and I began chasing after it. I felt like chasing it for miles long, with reason that i don't know why. A melody, so sad, of which i remembered listening to it, and again, I don't know where or when. But I'm sure I've heard it before.
As far and as hard I tried chasing it, my distance gets a lot further. Strangely enough, I didn't stop, and usually I'd give up by then. But instead, I continued chasing after it whilst I raised my hand in reaching it. And after a moment, I slowed down, with my hand still trying to reach it. With the wind started blowing so strong and hard, that I thought that I had lost that strange green and sad musical balloon. The bright green balloon was almost a glowing dot in the dark stormy rain. My hand is still reaching for it. Without me noticing it, I started mumbling words that I myself had never heard before. Words, like spells ( I know it sounds ridiculous, but towards the end, you'll see) .
I began to cast that so called spell even louder fighting the sound of the storm, with arm still reaching out for the balloon (to my dismay, no sparks what so even comes out from my hands, like what we normally see in tv). The balloon was out of sight! I began to give up, and was on my knees. The storm settled down and drizzled. Just before I stood up, I heard a particular sound again."The balloon!" (my heart shouted). And I quickly looked up. And there it was, the Green strange balloon with music, floating its way to me, and into my hands. I brought it home with me, unattached to any strings, just floating alongside me.
II
ANGIE
Months passed since the chase, and now, still with me, the balloon, playing music all day long. Its as if its alive, or given life to. To have such characteristic of a living object, its a little strange ain't it? Well, thats what you think. You'll know in the end. But for now, keep on reading.
Greeny (I would say I named him so) and I became so close with each other, he is like a friend, a dear friend to me, as if I grew with him as a child till now. We did so much things together, playing in the parks, laughing and telling jokes, and most of the times, we go to the park, to tell stories to kids. You see, I love telling stories, stories, of all sorts. And every time I tell stories, Greeny would play music, according to the types of story, from happy to sad, horror to fairy tales, without me even telling him what story I would tell for the day. And as always, the kids were impressed and happy and would come for more.
One day, as I was telling a story to the kids, I can't help noticing a little girl, standing peeking out from the bushes about half a meter away. She was always there, but I just came to notice her recently. She was in old clothes, some sort of a plain white colour, but faded by dirt. She has hazel eye or medium dark brown.She would sit there alone, without shade, and every time when I was about to finish my story, she was gone before I could meet her. And I would walk home thinking day and night of her.
But not long after that, I bumped into her in the streets, she couldn't escape this time. I brought her to the nearest cafe, and ordered her some chocolate milk, and a few muffins. Greeny was there too, and the girls eyes were set on greeny, then back at me. Greeny, then me. She might have the thought that "what kind of person at this age, would play with a balloon?".
To break the ice, I asked her her name. At first, she was reluctant to tell us her name, and after a few moments, she looked up and said "ANGIE", and smiled. I asked her where she lives, and she replied, "EVERYWHERE", which kept me puzzled but did not bother to ask again, afraid to offend her very small heart. Who were her parents never came into mind, as if she was an orphan. Homeless. So I took her home to my family, and treated her like my own sister. We laughed and played games a lot, giggles till the end of our lungs, when greeny started making silly sound. And that is how I met Angie, the three of us became close friends and family.
III
THE LETTER
I received a letter today, and it was from the University (which I don't know), telling me that I'll be registering in a few weeks time. And from here on, I knew, that Greeny can't come with me, and that i'll be leaving both Greeny and Angie all by themselves. So I turned to them one day and said "I'll be leaving the both of you, and it might be a long trip". She said nothing much but looked down, greeny said nothing.
On the day that I departed, leaving Greeny to Angie, I said that i'll write and we meet again someday soon, as they chased my cab along the way, till the cab was fast enough for them not catching up. I reached 2 hours later at the University. And University life began at the very moment I stepped foot out of the cab. Everything is hectic here, submission here n there day and night. But I always spend a time to write letter to them, and would always receive back.
(and that was all I remembered in my dream, but it began with another scene and there wasn't Angie or Greeny)
IV
SIGNS
It was for a week or more(or so I think), of what day, or time, or place, I didn't know or remembered, I woke up blurred, not knowing anything. As if I was shut down, the whole body and mind. I couldn't remember the last thing that I've done or was doing. But i kept that aside, and went on with my life.
It was when I went to a public space (again i don't know where) I started noticing stuffs, of which I've seen and done, and also some stuffs that was also new to me. The surroundings, the environments. Which made me remembered a few things in mind. Then, I saw a balloon, which reminded me of Greeny. I held it in my hands, and there wasn't any sound coming out of it. And then, I started seeing things, an image of a familiar girl inside the balloon. I thought I was going crazy, but she was in it.
Another thing I started noticing is that, I'm actually living life that I once had before. I entered the University, with mom waving at me as I went through this long dark tunnel, with only a green colour (maybe a leave's green colour reflection). In white T's and a tracksuit. I was in tears as I walked through the tunnel, I didn't know what tears were those, tears fell as I began to finally flashback on things that I have went through, my past, and that I was living it again at that moment. It was beautiful yet touching.
V
REALITY
As I reached towards the end, things got even clearer. I went to this registration hall, where I saw my aunt, registering people. And on her desk there was a camcorder, I waved at the cam corder and noticed that there wasn't my picture in it, not even my reflection but a scary face of a lady, long hair with fangs and all... I hurriedly walked by. My aunt noticed me looking at her, and she waved me goodbye. I started thinking of something that everybody might want to avoid thinking of.
I noticed I wasn't breathing nor blinking, but just crying with tears as big as a rain drop. My eyesight was blurry, and I can see through my hands and body. And the worst just happened. I AM DEAD.....
My blankness when I woke up, was actually the day that I died. People say that for a week: your soul lingers around as it leaves you body on the day you die, doing things as if your still alive. And that when mom waving, was actually a wave of goodbye from her as my coffin left the house. The dark tunnel and the glowing end was actually a path to the afterlife. And that Greeny was actually my past life and Angie was an angel sent to guide me through the whole week of my death life and leaving them, was me leaving to meet him. The registration of students was actually my death registration day. And that was the day when I know I was dead....
E.N.D
P/S: I really don't know what to say after having this dream, but all the while, towards the end, I was crying real bad, and that the crying continued till I woke up, sobbing, and I started writing this as I wanted to remember how life and death might be.... You may interpret this differently but this was what i felt.Well, we never know we just have to hold on to it. Keep your faith strong no matter who and where you are or what you believe, you just have to hold on to it.
