The Photo Machine – A Dream


17 August 2017 Thursday 5:17am

I was stalking a couple. When the man noticed I was following them, I pretended to ask for directions. I asked him where to get a blood test. He pointed to a building.

Inside, there were a couple of men sitting around in an office. I spoke to one who had greying hair. He ignored me. I asked him again whether this was the place to get a blood test. And still he ignored me. I persisted. Then he finally said he wasn’t paying attention. Which, I thought, was contradictory.

I was about to walk away when somebody approached me and helped me out.

He brought me to what looked like a photo studio. He told me I have to have my photo taken.

While he was preparing his machine, a tall and dark man came into the studio who wanted to use the public phone. He turned to me as if he wanted me to remember him. I thought I did but I changed my mind. “No, I don’t remember you,” I said.

The photographer then asked me to keep still because his machine was ready.

But another man came and fiddled with it. I told him, “You can’t use it. It’s in operation right now.” He left.

Then a lady with short, fuchsia-coloured hair came and spoke to the photographer about medicine while he was fiddling with his photo machine. And she kept on chatting to him.

I was keeping very still when a wire-like arm slid out from the machine and hovered around my face. It traced a straight line right down my nose which hurt. I thought for sure there was blood. It seems the line on my nose is a mark, so that the machine can detect my face for the photo.

I waited for the machine to take the shot.

I woke up.


The iPhone Robbers – A Dream

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(a re-post)

23 February 2014 Sunday 8:14am

I had a really vivid dream this morning. I actually got up at 5:30 but decided to go back to sleep because I’m still depressed about Rene’s hearing test the other day. I can’t stop thinking of the pain I allowed him to go through. I’m feeling really guilty.

Anyway, here’s the dream:

I was at the bus stop. I had my earphones on, listening to the radio on my iPhone.

I had to put my iPhone down for a little while on the bench coz I was fiddling with something in my bag. That’s when I noticed some men hovering around me. I sensed they wanted to steal my iPhone. I grabbed it quickly. The men grabbed me and held me down while they tried to steal my iPhone.

Next thing I knew I was walking around with nothing. They even took away my bag. I had no money to go home.

Nearby, I overheard a Filipino family talking. I was thinking maybe they’ll be kind enough to give me some money for bus fare.

So I approached them. The mother seemed to recognize me and acknowledged me by  calling my name.

But when I told them about my robbery story they started walking away. They probably thought I was a conwoman.

I followed them, trying to convince them that I’m for real. They finally agreed and the daughter even suggested she’ll give me a lift home in her car.

I was so relieved. I followed them to the car park but I lost them in the maze of cars. I panicked.

But the daughter found me again and accompanied me to where their car was parked.

As we were about to get in the car, I pointed to a boy who was with them. I said, “That’s not Rene. Where’s Rene? We can’t leave without Rene.”

The daughter assured me, “He’s still in English Curriculum class. We’ll fetch him along the way.”

I nodded. I got in the car.

End of dream.

“Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.”

~ Marsha Norman

Self-Erasing Slate


22 April 2017 Saturday


“You can’t erase a blank slate.”

It’s lyrics from a song Danielle was singing to herself last night. It boomed at me. Um… I have a feeling this is going to be a short post.

Why do you say that?

I think I already know the answer to my own question.

What’s your question?

What does “You can’t erase a blank slate” mean?

Alright. What does it mean?

It means, there’s nothing to clean if one haven’t really created anything.

Now you got Me, dear one. What does that mean?

The world is a blank slate. But some of us are afraid to step out into the world because…well, maybe for several reasons. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, fear of responsibilities, fear of criticism, fear of what others may think of us, especially when it concerns our loved ones. And many, many more reasons. The list is endless!

You know very well, my dear, that there is only one reason to sum up all of those you have mentioned.

Yeah. Fear. Anyway. So one can’t erase a blank slate because there’s nothing on the slate. There’s just air or thoughts or figments of the imagination hovering above that slate. Including dreams and aspirations that are waiting to be fulfilled. To me, every morning is a blank slate. Because yesterday’s gone. It doesn’t exist. It’s just air. I get up from bed and there right in front of me is a blank slate. Waiting to be filled with anything and everything I want. I don’t even have to erase it. It’s self-erasing.

Oh, I see. It’s a self-erasing slate. Does everybody have one?

Of course. But some people choose to switch off the self-erasing mode. So it gets filled up and congested with the past. So there’s no room for new stuff.

Hm…and a self-erasing switch. What other features does it have?

Oh, well. It’s white. You know, like a white board. And it comes with rainbow markers so you can use any colour you want! Draw your dreams and future plans with as many colours as you like! Um…I think this metaphor is getting ridiculous. I should stop.

Never ever stop, my child.