a killer was following a girl who was walking to her apartment.
the apartment was on the second floor.
the girl headed to the stairs.
the killer took his time.
the girl stood in front of her door looking for keys.
the killer was still standing at the foot of the stairs. listening to the sounds of her opening her bag, her hand rummaging through her things and finally her keys clinking between her fingers.
i felt his calmness.
he walked up quietly.
the girl was just about to close the door when she saw him.
in the realm of this dream, when one is in danger one has to ring the bell of one’s house. that was what the girl did but because she didn’t want the man to get into her house she closed the door at the same time.
the girl’s body was cut in half—her torso was outside with her right hand pushing the bell while her waist down was behind the door.
her face was stupidly frightened.
i was with my boyfriend on a hill at a mediterranean bay. busy taking pictures of local tourists and us. he used a polaroid slr camera. i loved the camera so much that i wanted to have one of my own. so i went to a camera shop and bought a new one for $8008 using my credit card. we took pictures again and felt really pleased about the results.
however, we weren’t there only for taking pictures. we were to distribute questionnaires about the killer. about how he had been a liar. but we’ve deciphered the pattern. (this made so much sense in the dream) and since we took so much time enjoying the view, we discovered that we were already a couple of hours late for the trial. my boyfriend and i took off immediately. we were in a very joyful mood.
again, i was still a senior in my high school. i walked out of the classroom and found the corridor filled with freshmen cutting up newspapers for an assignment. the floor was almost covered with clippings so i tiptoed to avoid stepping on them. but there was this group of stuck-up girls who deliberately let their clippings cover the entire floor of their work area that i had to ask one of them to move the pieces away. she made an irritating remark as she did it. i stormed down the stairs and found my bag lying at the bottom. i had no doubt that it was the girl’s doing. raged, i looked for my friends. when i found them, one of my girls told me she just received a text saying that our villain junior was pregnant.
a magnificent view. supposed to be belitong. at least in the dream i knew it was. though in real life i have never been.
jump to a spacious room in an old dutch-style house. i was with many people. the walls and ceilings were alive.
my dad, sis and i went to the movies. in the middle of the film, we left the studio and got in to the elevator. one or two strangers were already in it. we were going down when suddenly the thing shook like crazy. i pushed the communication button to report the problem and i think i heard the operator said something like, “we can’t identify your position.”
our elevator still shuddered, but this time i felt like i was in the inside of a bird. after a soft thud, it stopped and we knew we had landed somewhere. the doors slid open, revealing a not-too-pretty meadow.
we walked out and found a gorge with a small creek underneath. somebody was about to fall down and my dad started to walk toward him to save him. i told him not to because i had a vision that the man would trick him and pull my dad into the creek.
i can’t remember whether or not my dad complied.
i was a vampire, running away from my flock for reasons i now can’t remember. i flew and flew above the city’s streets and highways, alarming people along the way. the strange thing was, they frightened me too and i didn’t think i wanted even a drop of their blood. i attempted to fly higher but failed. i wasn’t sure whether it was because of the wind or vampires were never built to fly above a certain altitude.
not long after, i was flying above a small avenue. i tried to hide in a tree but i always slipped and made myself exposed to the passersby below. to protect myself, i put on a threatening face and i could see as well as feel the fear in their faces, even under the helmets of motorcyclists.
while i was struggling with the stupid tree, i saw a military truck drove by on my side of the street. sitting on the back was a handsome officer who could pass for a movie star and he smiled at me. i was so amazed – there was this human being who wasn’t scared of me and i wasn’t scared of him either. i felt almost in love.
i don’t remember what happened next. all i know i was in my room, tears on my face, holding on to the door to defend it from the attack of my fellow vampires. i was losing for its bolts had been disengaged and i could see archaic hands reaching from behind the trembling door.
i jumped again to a different scene. this time i was running on a pedestrian walk with a boy. i think he looked like M but i remember his face kept changing. we carried duffel bags and at some point we dropped the bags and ran without them. but only after a few steps, we fell over on the pavement.
my friend pointed out to me a sign on the shop in front of us that said “scratch to model”, which meant if you wanted to work as a model you have to scratch several panels on the door, which looked like those things you need to scratch on your mobile phone vouchers. i remembered thinking i needed the money badly so i stood up and began scratching.
then we saw people searching our bags. i stopped scratching and we ran quickly to stop them. i saw my friend’s bag was already empty.
the next thing i knew i was either having sex or had just had sex with my boyfriend. as it is in all my dreams so far, sex is never graphic.