Freakish Dreams

I'm a hundred and ten percent sure that having freaky dreams for two consecutive nights can be damaging to one's health. I would know because that's what's happened to me the past two nights.

Friday night's dream was more scary; one that sparked off a certain realisation in me when I woke up the next morning. It was a rather simple dream (or nightmare), really: I was in the school canteen, and some sort of disaster was about to happen. Someone came over and told me to use my loud voice (?) to make an announcement right there and then to the whole canteen to warn them of this impending calamity, so I did. But NOBODY seemed to hear me. There I was, standing behind a table, yelling at the top of my voice, and everyone just continued walking past like it was another boring day at school. The meepok queue didn't disperse, the students carried on eating, and I just kept shouting and shouting and shouting some more. As dreams would have it, I've no idea what happened to the supposed disaster, but the next thing I remember is Miss A Tan coming up to me and saying in a rather dismissive tone that if I couldn't make the announcement and be heard, I should have asked someone else to do it instead.

I suppose to many people that might not sound like a very freakish dream, but it made me realise that without my voice, I'd be rendered completely useless. Everything that I usually do would fall to nought - emceeing, acting, cracking jokes (so maybe I don't usually do this, but STILL), singing, be it the National Anthem, the school song, songs of praise, making announcements (geez, I'm making my life sound rather pathetic), prancing around doing localised Hi-5 concerts (haha! Jean, shan, fuzzeh, LL - you guys know what I mean), lying convincingly about being a backup dancer for Hi-5, and so many other things! Not to forget studying. I'm serious. People like me actually have to read out the textbook in order to remember things, "The signs and symptoms include chronic fever, severe diarrhoea lasting for months, pneumonia, Kaposi's sa..r..co..." (by this part I would've fallen asleep).

It was truly nightmarish, thinking that without my voice, I'd never be able to take to the stage again, plus I wouldn't be able to do all those other things aforementioned. However, the dream wasn't freaky enough to make me feel thankful for studying and having to read out textbooks. I still detest it.

Last night's dream was funnily scary - Literature Symposium part2. I am dead serious. And Steffi and I had to emcee. AGAIN. This time it was taking place at night, and apparently all the teachers had disappeared, so it was up to us to run the show ourselves. Since we weren't prepared for anything, our plan was just to show the "Twelfth Night" video. I remember specifically speaking into this very lousy microphone that had a delay time of like, five minutes, so whatever I said was only heard over the speakers five whole minutes later. I announced that we'd be watching the video, and if anyone had questions after that, they could pose it to all the other schools for an answer. Then I vaguely remember the groaning male species and some girls making rather snide remarks about our horrible emceeing skills (think: feedback forms). And after that, I can't recall a thing.

Anyway, the scary part of this dream was simply the fact that it existed. I mean, Literature Symposium PART2?! Shoot me, why don't you.