Now my dreams are against me

I have not been well the past few days, missing in training and sweating myself at night. It wasn’t comfortable, but I always look forward to sweet sweet sleep.

My dreams are always relatively normal. The dragons, adventures and the occasional love story always pop in or I get the cool darkness of R.E.M. sleep. So I don’t always remember my dreams after lunch.

The dream started with me, in a large institution, in the midst of battle preparation. I was in the arms of the person in charge of the battalion. A badass but a good leader. He was rough but he showered me with attention. I got random kisses, sudden hugs and hand grasping.

Then, with all the love in my eyes, I looked up to him and said “Would you go on a date with me?”


The reply was swift and stabbed through my heart and before I could think of a retort I hear the sound of the alarm…

Bloody clock.

Good morning and bugger me. What a way to wake up.

Dreaming of beaches and tea

Sometimes I wonder, what am I doing, really? Why am I in an office doing work, why did I choose to work in a multi-national company with datelines, reports and other stuff, why did I choose this path?

I want to sit by the ocean, upon grains of fine sand that inevitably crawls its way into your clothes.

I want the sun kissing my whole body, while the wind throws its caresses into my face, my hair.


I want to lay on the beach chair with a cup of tea by my side and a stack of story books on the other.

Then when the sun sets, I’ll be there drinking in the magnificent sight.


Yet, when I think about it, I can’t imagine just relaxing for the rest of my life.

I need drama, I need fire, I need action!

What can I do that contributes to society, to my family and my bank account?

What can I do that serves both my happiness and financial stability?

I heard someone mention before “What you love doing doesn’t necessarily give you what you need.”

What do I do now?

All I know for now is that I’m a prisoner of hope; I’ll figure it out somehow.

At the meantime, I’ll dream of beaches and tea.

Maybe a dream – Short story part 1

We’ve been friends for ages. Most of the people would think we’re like an old married couple, but we never took a step beyond friendship. Him always saying that we’re not meant for each other and me, just accepting whatever he says.

There was a line he doesn’t want to cross, that is the line I wanted to destroy.

But I couldn’t.

My cowardly self made no move to risk the fun and enjoyment of just being by his side. I know, he would never thought of me like that, never to make him weak at the knees, never to think about at night, never to randomly give a call.

I turned to my pillow late one night, crying myself to sleep of the hopelessness of my situation, then I hear a sound.

It was peculiar, it attracted my attention and I recognised it. It was not gentle, neither was it distinctive, it was really, just there. A sound that called out to me. I stopped my crying and tried to locate the sound, I walked out my window…

…into a cabin with a roaring fireplace. It was dimmed out and the typical cabin furniture was in the room. Of course, there is a large chair facing towards the fire place. My heart stopped thinking there might be someone sleeping there. I tiptoed around the chair, took a deep breath and swung towards the front of the chair.

There was no one there.

Really, I was disappointed, yet at the same time, relieved. I let out a great breath and sat down on the large and comfortable chair. The fireplace crackled and soon I drifted to sleep from the warmth…

I started dreaming and saw my sleeping self on the chair, when the door swung open. A hulking body trudged in covered in animal skins and was followed in by a panting furry figure. He paused as he noticed his resting place trespassed, cautiously he approached the chair. My heart was trapped in my throat as I desperately tried to wake myself up, I was so afraid, of what I didn’t know. I just had to get up!

He looked at my face, just then I felt my ‘self’ sucked into my body and I saw his face. Just then he fell back in shock with my sudden waking and we stared at each other. I could hear both our heartbeats beating rapidly and we both sat frozen for a while until we both heard a low grumble growl from the back. I froze while he was woken from his reverie and quickly he calmed the beast with whispered words and I heard it feeding.

My body stubbornly refused to move while fear continued to build up then I felt a hand on my shoulder, I screamed.

I screamed so loud, I screamed hysterically, I screamed like there was no tomorrow.

The door swung open and my parents ran into my room with a panicked look in their face, my sisters peeping from behind them.


It was 3 am and I felt bad for scaring the family, I calmed them and told them it was only a nightmare. My whole body was shivering in sweat, I shed my clothes to take a shower and saw a hand imprint on my top.


Daydream Dreams

She was sitting by her favourite spot in Starbucks, looking outside. Lost in her thoughts, she did not noticed the presence hovering in front of her.

“*ahem*, excuse me, is this seat taken?”

she glances to the voice that distracted her, looming before her, a tall, bearded person was gesturing to the chair in front of her.

“No, the seats free, please have it.”

As a habit, she thought over the sentence she spoke, living in England now after 3 years and she’s still slightly insecure with her speech.

she smiled at the thought, perhaps I have not grown up much then, she whispered to herself.

“pardon me?” bearded person with piercing eyes spoke to her.

“oh no, I was just reminiscing” she smiled

“you have a nice smile” he said with a furry grin.

she blushes and stammered her thanks. Not knowing what else to say she blurted ” I like your beard…” and closes her mouth frantically.

He grins a wide, toothy grin. “that’s a first! I happen to like it too, which is why I have it, thought that one day it may become a chick magnet!”

she laughed, ” it works fantastically! I feel the strong magnetic wave emitting from your beard!”

“is that all that draws you?” he softly smiles

he leans in and she closes her eyes.

I woke up then with pain etched onto my heart. I sighed and move onto to seize the day, maybe I should go for a Starbucks.