My brother was holding a Canon EOS 760D (in reality, that is the camera I use in school) and an oddly long tripod stand around. He kept wanting to go out of the house at odd timings (like at night when everyone is about to sleep) to do stuff, proclaiming that it’s for Michelle or a girl that we have never heard of before. The next moment, he was bathing in our living room with another guy. I felt very confused.
My sister argued that she wants to use the camera and it is not fair how my brother gets it all the time. My mum elucidated that the camera was bought by my daddy, in a bid to explain why my sister shouldn’t have ownership of the camera as and when she wants simply because it’s not hers. Then, my sister brought up a comparison between our cousins, where the sister gets to use the camera most of the time.
It was a typical weekend afternoon and I was watching TV with my mum. It was a popular series about a group superheroes, kind of like Avengers. As the credits were rolling, there were many famous american actors/actresses I recognised. I realised there were also popular SMU people who were acting inside too just that their names weren’t included in the credits. My mum wanted to go to the toilet so I followed her to the master bedroom. When she entered the toilet, she leaned against the sink, almost as if she was feeling faint. Opposite her, against the toilet wall (between the shower and the towel rack) there was a mini swing hanging from the ceiling and a ghostly apparition on it. It looked like a pair of feet. I was feeling afraid and the toilet itself gave me very bad vibes. I felt as if the room was haunted. I hurriedly tried to drag my mum out of the toilet. I saw a ghostly figure sitting on the toilet floor as I led her away. I brought my mum to the kitchen toilet instead and left her inside. As I was walking back to the living room, I saw the same ghostly figure sitting on the hallway floor against the wall. I was beginning to feel like the entire thing was a dream. Yet at the same time, despite the creepy haunted vibes of the house, the whole atmosphere was very calm and ordinary, which honestly made me doubt whether or not I was dreaming. I was still eager to try to wake up from everything, so I begun to jump up and down and thrash about to wake up.
I was with my family in a rather old and tall HDB, trying to get to this particular unit on Level 35. However, the maximum level for the first lift we took was only Level 30 or something. We were baffled. A guy in the lift together with us told us that we have to take another lift. We thanked him warmly, and walked out of the lift.
Upon exiting the lift, I scanned my eyes for the nearest lift which was diagonally left from where I was and walked there briskly, expecting them to follow me. But they didn’t. My idea was to reach Level 35 then we’ll find the unit. Their idea was to find the nearest lift to the unit and just go straight up to it. So I stubbornly took the lift up myself.
Surprisingly there were only 6 numbers in the lift, from “1” to “6”. Basically I tried pressing every number and couldn’t get to the level no matter what(?!!!?) and I started feeling bad and wanting to cry because things didn’t turn out well when I chose to be a smart aleck and went solo.
(Reality) V and I were having a rather lengthy afternoon nap (about 2h) in his room, and somehow I was pretty physically exhausted.
(Dream) I had finally woken up, quickly changed and headed out of his room. His house was filled with people as if having some sort of a gathering.
Just then, I saw someone who looked exactly like my HK niece YY, and decided to talk to her. I think at this point, V stood behind me. I was incredibly shocked to find out that her name is exactly the same as my niece and that she is V’s cousin too. She just had a higher pitch for her voice compared to the YY I knew. Unable to accept the fact that V and I may be relatives after all, I said goodbye to the kid and walked down the steps.
The orientation of his house has changed (it became bigger) and there was this medium-sized rectangular garden/ pond area extended at the front of his porch. 4 tall, white pillars were erected at each corner, and people stood around to admire the nice outdoor garden (that’s below the ground level), or just to talk with others, with red plastic cups in their hands. I saw my relative Uncle S and I was very shocked to see him there because since when did he know V’s family?! What is he doing here?
I can’t remember his response but at this moment I realised the outfit I was wearing (his NUS Varsity shirt and blue Uniqlo jeggings) was not the outfit that I had worn to V’s house (white blouse and denim skirt). So I ran back up to change.
I woke up to realise that I had been dreaming.
I was attempting to tell my mum something that happened to me. However, she was busy on her phone, using Instagram. I was very annoyed and told her to stop using it for a while to listen to my story. Despite my persistent requests, she continued viewing Instagram stories. I was getting increasingly frustrated and even borderline angry. I got so angry to the point I just shouted at her and stormed off.
Context: I am acquainted with this guy called J.S. who followed me on Instagram about a month ago but I didn’t follow back. He sat beside me on the first day of Orientation in JC.
Dream: I think my family was at J’s house for a party or gathering of some sort. My brother got along with J and hung out with him the whole time. In the meantime, my sister, mum and I were in the living room. He came out excitedly with something in his hand, and exclaimed that Jeremiah is so cool and gave him this really cool white singlet.