:: I love Hitler? May 26, 2008Posted by Minci 先生 in Dream Diary.
Dreams are interesting. I love all my dreams regardless of how jumbled up or icky as they may seem. I like to think of it as an exercise of creativeness. Muahahhaha~
Like last night. I french-kissed an odd man and slept beside a totally different man. Here is how the story went. I dont know which comes first but as Nad likes to say, waddahek.
So this man I tongued. Come to think of it he looked like Hitler. Again!
But yahhh.. he had the moustache and slim figure, slightly taller than I was and if Im not mistaken, the theme of my dream at the time has got something to do with being a spy. I couldnt remember the other part of my dreams, just that scene. It was a horrible experience though. I seemed almost desperate. bleurghhh.. for a kiss from Hitler??? Thank god I didnt feel anything ( can we actually feel anything though?) eventhough the sight of his tongue was horrendous. I could almost see the villous on the tongue sticking up and waving around. Euw… sotong-like!
It must be the ‘Anger Management’ movie I saw. I learnt a new phrase from that. It was ‘give her a ten-second Frencher!’. Lol
Now this man that I’ve slept beside. My goodness, he was really well behaved. If only I could see his face. I was supposed to stay in this hostel but unlike ordinary student accommodation, it was like a mall. Yup, instead of having stairs going up, we have escalators! And I say malls because there are shops as well. Due to some misunderstanding, I was placed in a mixed dormitory. Fine, nothing that I couldnt handle.
I was surprised though when I reached my bed. There was another person. You guessed it right, a man! He said under a pillow on his face that he was my bedmate. (Duh, is there such thing?)
Night came and I was a bit over the place as of what to do. (Was I? ha ha)
This young gentleman (I knowlah he’s young or not) however had formed a boundary to form my space and his. The boundary was in the form of kedutan cadar sahaja but it was alright for me. And the next morning when I woke up, it looked like he never moved an inch. Almost rigor mortis.
I dont know where the ‘ilham’ of this dream came from though. Hihihi.. I wonder what my next dream is. Tak sabar nak tido.