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light fuse,
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12:07 PM, Noir
Saturday, December 13, 2008
It's 4am. Yes, four-in-the-fucking-eh-em. I am writing a blogpost. Why? Because I had a nightmare. Not just any nightmare, but my favourite worst nightmare. The recurring one. It happens in Isetan. I'm running through the top levels of Isetan. Something is chasing me. Laughing. Baying for blood. I can see it's shadows on the closed shutters of the shops. The building is dark and I can barely make my way to the escalator leading down. So far, it's kinda freaky right? Now like anything in my life, it turns to fucking comedy. As I run for the escalator I look back, see my demons and then... I overshoot the escalator. Like, I run straight and hover over the escalator for a few seconds. I look down, and begin to plunge down to hit the escalator steps. Then I wake up with a cold sweat. Funny, after going almost a year without a vivid dream, I this nightmare comes crawling back into my head like a familiar friend whom you don't like too much. I guess it's a child of a threesome of confusion, anger and sorrow. |