My Reelity

I have never dreamed about her. So it was kinda surprising that she suddenly appears in my dream. Although, granted, I was thinking about her for a while last night. At first, I didn’t recognise her. She looked very different physically and had she not mentioned her name in the dream I would definitely not think it was her.

We are at some sort of social gathering, apparently with mutual friends of ours. I don’t recognise anyone except her, and like I said if not for the fact that she mentioned her name I would definitely have not recognised her. It was at this moment I realised that I am dreaming and attempted to change her features to what I have remembered. This is the first time I have attempted to do this; in the past, I have changed the outcome of my dreams, but photoshopping the characters in the dream is a whole different ball game altogether.

I failed. Back to the dream.

It appears that likewise in the dream, we do have some kind of history together. The conversation lead on and I discover the main reason that was keeping us apart no longer exist in the dream. I think at this moment, I was putting in a greater effort to change her features. My mind then jolt itself out of the dream and start rationalising whether its really her or not. In the midst of rationalising, I am jolted back into the dream and it appears we are now in her room.

We talked about getting back together and I’m quite fuzzy over the details here coz I’m not really sure how she became naked quite suddenly. But even her body looked different, it was ugly and have some kind of weird sore like looking things around her breast and intimate regions. She did not appear to be surprised when I asked her what happened to her body. She explained that for her body to be restored to its former glory I will need to caress the areas that are marked with the weird sore like markings and make her feel good. (As I am writing this I’m beginning to wonder if this is my another attempt to fixing her image, coz I’m now incorporated these elements as part of the story script for the dream)

So I proceeded… it was at this moment that this dream ended. (One reason for this abrupt end could be because the dream refused to let itself be manipulated this way, even though I’m not conscious of manipulating it. But it could be my mind’s way of fooling the dream. Damn, this is beginning to sound like a serious mind fark)

I did have another seemingly unrelated dream over a puzzle I was deciphering before I sleept after this dream. I dreamed that a certain someone came to my blog and drop some really good clues as a comment. o.O I don’t remember my dream self ever having a blog, so this may be totally unrelated to the main alternate realilty.

I still remember those clues; if they do turn out to be valuable, I will truly be very afraid.