They were iridescent, glowing with an inner luminosity. I had a bag of them with me.
I was munching on one as i walked. In my mind, I was thinking about how deliciously sweet the fruit was.
I polished off the remaining ones in the bag one by one, until i hit the last two. One of them looked hollowed out and flakey. The only way i can describe it accurately is that if apples could be zombies that would be one right there.
It looked stringy and fell apart when i touched it. I recoiled in horror. I somehow dropped the carrier on the ground and the contents spilled out. White maggot- like things scattered onto the floor. I was deathly afraid of worms but these don’t seem to be moving.
I poked one gingerly with the toe of my white sneaker. Nothing. It was inanimate.
I woke up.
I dreamt that that i was with another girl in a school. We were in the 1970s and we were late for an exam.
The dream was in sepia, it was strange…
Both of us were worried about being late and barred from the exam room.
We raced up the winding grand staircase and stopped short at the threshold of the classroom. Our teacher was standing there with a disapproving frown on his face.
He informed us that we would need to go to the canteen to procure a bottle of water each, and it had to be warm water. Don’t ask me how mineral water could be warm in a plastic bottle. It doesn’t make sense, i know.
My classmate turned to me questioningly. We were both taken aback. Do we need the water for the science test today?
We ran to the canteen to the drinks stall to buy the items immediately. The guy manning it grabbed two bottles from a crystal bowl sitting on a pedestal. Wow, i thought, that was a rather fancy setup for a school.
We then quickly walked back in the direction of our classroom. The girl with me, lets call her Z. She twisted open the bottle of water and took a drink. She asked me to try mine as well. It was indeeed warm.
She asked to switch with me, and i passed my bottle to her. She then took a swig from my drink and grimaced.
” What?” I asked her quizzically.
“It tastes different,” she replied.
” Ah well, i think the difference is probably mineral and distilled water, no big deal,” I shrugged.
We entered our school room and Z promptly went to the corner desk at the back, further in and plopped down. I initially went for the one in the same row nearer to the door. The teacher asked me to take the empty seat beside Z instead.
I started to do the test. And immediately felt irritated at the ongoing disturbance coming from behind me.
A bunch of students who had already completed their exam were lauging and making a din. For some unknown reason, our teacher didn’t do anything about that.
I ignored the noise and concentrated on the task at hand.
The scene faded out.
There’s more but i don’t recall the details.
It was a rather long one, this dream i had.
Living in a tropical country, I’ve never seen real snow before. I’ve also never visited places with it while they were experiencing winter.
The dream was surreal. I was strolling home with an old friend of mine. We were headed towards my grandmother’s house. The path was unfamiliar yet I recognized it. It was dark but everything around me was somehow illuminated clearly.
Suddenly to my right I saw a smokey haze. It was just a muddy field. But it was shrouded in twilight colors. I was intrigued. I took a step towards that direction. Wanting to explore further.
A hand on my arm stayed me.
“Don’t, it’s a grave yard,” my companion told me quietly.
“Really?! I never knew it was a cemetery, it sure didn’t look like one! There are no indications that it was one! Are you sure?” I exclaimed.
As I stared at the haze, I realized that it was actually snow falling gently onto the ice hardened mud. I turned to my friend.
“It’s snow?! Can you believe it?! How’s that possible here, now?!”
We continued making our way forward. And we walked into an area where tiny snow flakes started falling around and on us in earnest. I was delighted. I could feel the tiny,feather- light drops melting against my skin. It’s hard to put to words, that moment in time. It was so real that I could’ve sworn that I wasn’t dreaming.
Our hair, faces, clothes all became covered with snow flakes. I laughed in delight.
“This is amazing! How can it snow in this place?” My friend muttered incredulously.
” I guess the impossible just happened, haha!” I replied smugly.
We then continued on to my grandmother’s house, light of mind and of heart.
When we reached our destination, grandma offered to cook us yaki soba for lunch. Don’t ask me why we were having lunch during dinner time. We somehow just were.
In real life my grandmother doesn’t know how to cook Japanese dishes. So it was yet another pleasant surprise! We sat down in the kitchen watching her bustle around. It was nice.
The dream faded out with us eating. I must have been hungry. Haha.
I dreamt that I went backpacking in Nepal last night. It was beautiful. I visited the shrines on the mountains and climbed many, many flights of winding steps to get to each one. There were lots of other tourists milling about, but they were just faceless, anonymous people. I was infused with a sense of wonderment… but also a little scared at the same time. I’ve never been the rough-it-out kind but here I was, on an adventure in a foreign land! 🙂
Ok abrupt end to story. Time to drag myself outta bed and head to work! TGIF!