And I had this funny dream and all
DID YOUR MOTHER EVER tell you about the “forbidden hours” to sleep? That if you insist to sleep at those hours you’ll have funny dreams that will definitely drive you yellow and all, and you’ll feel suffocate in your sleep because some monsters are chasing you down and all? Never? Oh boy, my mother did. She sure did.
She told me that I must never sleep at… well, basically at around 6 a.m or even 7 a.m. My family is — well, we are practicing Muslims and all, so after we pray in the dawn, mother said we couldn’t go back to sleep — especially after 6 a.m when the sun is shining! My mother also told me that I must never go to sleep when the sun is almost set or around 5.30 p.m and so. And even if I am sleepy to the point that I think I could sleep standing up without batting an eyelash — I must hold it. Oh boy, that’s my mother. When she says something, she means it.
“You’ll have some funny dreams if you couldn’t hold it. Hold it for an hour, then you can go to sleep,” she said, suggesting me to just sleep after 6.30 p.m.
I am not living with my mother now. But I sure still remember what she said.
But yesterday, I accidentally broke that forbidden-hours-to-sleep rule. And I had this funny dream that drove me banana in my sleep.
Honest to blog, I am glad that I broke it. I miss my dreams, and to dream them. You know, the celebration of your true desires and all, so Mr Freud said. It is sad that these days, when I wake up in the morning, I forget all my dreams. Sometimes I even think that I do not dream at all, so scary!
Yesterday, I woke up like at 5 a.m, and then I read this book you wouldn’t careless what it was. But an hour later, I felt so sleepy and all, I couldn’t hold it. So I slept. And dreamt.
My dream was: I was in this building and there was a flood. I was with some people, they were my new friends, I just met them and all. So two weeks ago I helped AJI hosted a regional symposium to discuss about freedom of expression with participants from ASEAN countries etc — it looked at how bad/good is the freedom of expression in Southeast Asia countries plus India, Pakistan, Sri Lanka [that turned to be not good at all — no surprise]. So in my dream, I was with these people from that symposium. But strangely, they weren’t the same people I met in the real symposium, if you know what I mean. They were different people, but from that symposium two weeks ago.
AJI asked me to help them out, you know, if they ever needed something or just directions to go to some places. In that dream, I also did that job. The difference was, there was this massive flood in the end of the symposium. I helped participants carrying their luggage around and all. But it was a real crazy flood, soon enough all of the streets were covered with gray water, and there were crocodiles. Seriously, some crocodiles, I am not joking. They were swimming so fast, waiting for us to jump into some dry land/spaces and fail and would probably eat us. And indeed, we were forced by the flood to move to those safe spots.
