it's all but a dream

i was in a ghost hotel. not so much a haunted hotel for which no one will visit. More for a place where people go to the hotel not just for the accommodation, but also to have the thrill of guess what, catching ghosts!

How we go about catching ghosts is still a blur. All i remembered was that they end up in this KFC box; those where they'll put in 3 pcs chicken kind of box, only with a lid. And there I was holding a box full of ghosts, where they would periodically try to hit their way out of it. Didn't know why I even bothered catching them anyway, dunno where to put also.

And so, being so realistic even in my dreams, I went about finding sticky tape. Roll by roll I wrapped the clear sticky tape around the box, while the ghosts were still constantly trying to push their way out.

From my dream I can deduce something, that ghosts have mass even though they are compressible (if they didnt how would a dozen of them fit into the small kfc box). Also, they obey Newton's 1st law of motion, and does not adhere to quantum physics. (since they cant simply appear out of the box by going through it). They are also very efficient energy transfer mechanisms because the energy used to get out of the box is used entire to convert to mechanical energy. No other forms of energy such as heat, light and sound are produced.

That aside, I think it was due to the flimziness of the box, that they eventually got out anyway. I remembered jumping straight through the middle of the stairway to reach the lobby. I should have free fall for at least a few storeys. And then there was chaos and running, and more chaos and blah blah. The usual nightmarish stuff.


I opened my eyes at around 7 plus when my mum was walking around in the room. When I closed them again, it was the starting of yet another dream.

This time, I was in this band competition. NTU band actually, though most of them were unfamiliar faces. I didn't remember going on the stage though. Seemed like I was only involved in the logistics side of moving the instruments. I think this place has to be just beside that haunted hotel. Cos I seem to be lying in some hotel after this abrupt scene. My mind seemed to link stuff very well. I saw my mum in the room in one moment (in reality), and the next, I was lying with my eyes open in a hotel room. Well, that was after I momentarily saw that scene for the band competition.

The weirdest thing happened. Suddenly a very old friend of mine appeared just beside me. She was quite a close friend I had in sec sch. Must say she would have been close enough for me not to jump out of bed upon discovering her presence. She just started talking to me. And at that moment I felt tired (in my dream...how queer) and closed my eyes.

:) So anyway, the next day I woke up to find myself in that venue for the competition again. And I was walking around to pack up and bring instruments into the lorry. There, I saw her again. Found out she was the brother of a friend I had in army. ??? . Anyway, there was this interesting water cooler. It was flat and built on a window pane. The button was on it itself. OH! it looked just like a handphone with only one button. and water just miraculously appeared from its thin interior when i pressed the button.

Yeah, just about it. The recollection of dreams that didnt really make sense. My laptop do exude characteristics of queerness though. The screen saver can just come out; and even after banging the things around it, the screen saver wouldnt stop (duh, cos it'll only stop if i touch the keyboard of move the mouse). But listen up, it will suddenly just stop when I wasnt doing anything. It was especially so last night when i was studying on the sofa. The laptop was just beside the television which was switched off already. One minute I was mesmerised by the space screen saver, and the next, it stopped for no apparent reason.

Not that the laptop has got to do with anything, but ya.