fantasy. is it real?

just saw the movie "the jacket"... intruiging really...it's about how a man survived a bullet shot to the head... and is wrongly accused of killing a policeman. dunno can consider lucky or not, his trauma in the war labelled him as mentally ill, and during his time there, he was given experimental drugs and locked in this compartment. so anyway the point was his mind (and his body) just appears inthe future when he finds out he's about to die in 4 days...

the ability to distinguish reality from fantasy. in the movie, the male lead was diagnosed to have lost it. I hope I do not myself. Cos i'm really having a lot of dreams nowadays that are so vivid... and seem so real... it's affecting me in a way...maybe it's an overdosage of movies..

had been having flashbacks now n then...those you see in movies... where the protagonist will suddenly see a scene (supposedly of the future), and a very short one at that. dunno if it's my mind playing tricks on me or my mind's going on overdrive... these flashbacks... they sort of play a probable scenario of what might happen to me next. like how i might spill my drink.. like how i'll embarass myself by doing a certain thing... like how i meet with disaster...

none of them did happen though. but some pro-psychic person would say "oh... you saw the probable future and avoided it" while the critics would "oh com'on... anyone could think of that... it's just pure imagination on your part"

well, dwelling into fantasy, i recall this dream i had. I did not believe in ghosts in my dream, and so i drove, alone, to this deserted place. there was only this narrow road leading to a house, not the classic spooky brownish black eerie house with the backlight of lightning and an old elm tree with no leaves. the house resembles one of those bungalow houses, only with a weird mix of the American olden days of cowboys (bright yellow wood) and... the quiet dark alleys of London (those scenes from "nightmare at elm street". It was not badly lit, but not that dark either.

when i entered the house, there werent alot of cobwebs. it wasnt even overly dusty, as if someone periodically cleans it (maybe like once a month kinda thing..not dusty but not squeeky clean either). and so... my mind was like thinking... "ahh... haunted house... what crap"

just at that instant... right in front of my eyes, i saw a blackish image, with the back facing me...walking away in front of me. it was just a dull yellow wall in front of me. I stood dumbfounded as that figure walked straight through it.

My first reaction was to turn around and try to run away. As I turned, so did the house. How? you'd ask. my normal 3D vision suddenly become blurry. the surroundings seem to be spinning, as if under a very bad overdose of photoshop.the door which is now in front of me, appeared further and further and became smaller and smaller , shrinking into a "vanishing pt". I tried to run towards the door. the adreneline pumping, my heart beating ever so fast; when i reached the door there was a downward flight of stairs into a region of darkness. i darted down that flight of stairs... and woke up.

at that instant i felt like i really needed to go to the toilet. i looked at the clock on the wall. it reads 9.30. as fast as i woke up to reality, i drifted back to sleep again. the dream that followed was a familiar scene, a place i used to keep dreaming of, for which the people are strange, and where weird things happen to me, more of that next time. anyway, when i finally woke up again, it was 10 plus-ish...and my feeling to go to the toilet was greatly diminished!!! i thought to myself "oh shit... please dont let me wet my bed!" I touched the bed frantically, and heaved a sigh of relief when it was all dry and odourless.

I went outside to do fyp...and it was a full 1 hour later that i remembered that i should be unloading my pee. apparently my bladder likes playing tricks on myself also.