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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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Inception conception
 Sleep is one of the best times of the day. The other times being meals, showers, lazy reading sessions and really-seriously-awesome-deep-REM-sleep. When we sleep, we dream, whether we remember them or not. And in dreams, we let go of logic and just let ourselves be at the mercy of our imagination. Men have tried to spin their interpretations to dreams, thus pinning them down with worldly reasons. Some believe that it speaks of the future, others believe that it is a manifestation of repressed desires. Or perhaps, dreams are mind projections showing us that this is who we really are. Whatever. I for one am a lot more interested in the unpredictable nature of dreams. That said, I had a rather awesome dream last night. I usually dream in faded, washed out colours, dull grey being the predominant feel of things, and this time it was no different. I was at a convenience store, desperately looking for the toilet when somehow or other I decided that the refrigerator is a nice place to wait. There was an opened jug of milk on the shelf but little else, and the glass door was covered in droplets of a mixture of grime and water. Needless to say, I didn't stay there long. When I came out, the toilet was available but a woman with shoulder-length black hair very rudely cut the line and slammed the door shut on me. Now that I look back on it, she was wearing a scarf and a very nice brown coat, ala Parisian. Still, that didn't excuse her for being a jackass and I complained about it to the store manager. This is the part where the dream starts to become really weird, and awesome at the same time. The manager was some tall gangly teenager with curly hair and a very odd hat, and he bent down on his knees in front of the toilet door to peep on the woman. Then he said, 'Oh that's not a woman. That's a demon. See, it's shedding it's skin. You can go in now, sir.' A big, scary, bulky demon with horns and stout legs and muscular arms that only know how to crush and kill. I'm a scaredy-cat, so I quickly vacated my present body and became some sort of omniscient being that watches the unfolding events from a safe distance, ready to wake up in case things got too scary. Then I saw that the person that I was, was not me at all. It was Ranmyaku wearing a very loose pajama kimono, and there was another larger bulky demon right behind him. In that weird omniscient power that you have in dreams, I knew that the second demon was his servant, although their relationship is ambiguous at best. The dream had also turned very vivid on me, and I could see every strand of yellow hair on Ranmyaku's head, the whorls in the timber of the toilet door, the tiles, the store- everything became so rich in colour and amazing. Ranmyaku however, did not share my joy at this newfound discovery. He was not a morning person, and he badly wanted to pee. At first, he kicked at the toilet door with his foot (Japanese straw sandals!) but when the demon inside didn't give any response, he simply broke it down with sheer force. The demon inside skulked and bulged within the restricted quarters, drool trailing down it's jaws, and it growled angrily at Ranmyaku. That did nothing for him though. In fact, he seemed sleepy and bored. He might have said something to the demon at this point in time, but I can't remember what it was. All I know is that the demon lunged forward at Ranmyaku with a roar. I'll admit, I got scared. I used the demon-servant as my own protection, and I was silently shouting at Ranmyaku to do something. He did. He pulled out a scythe from the thin air and sliced the demon's head right off. And then he pulled up his kimono robes and peed into the urinals next to carcass just like that. It was awesome. The sequence of events was weird, certainly, but I love it when Ranmyaku or Khaos or Nich become part of my dream. They always give me a sense of absolute power, that nothing can stop me, and the dream totally becomes mine. It was certainly better than Som's, anyway. That one was just plain weird. |