29TH DECEMBER 2009

My footsteps make no sound as I tread along the wooden panelling of the place where I am to meet the rest of the assasins. I have been trained to move like this, silently, and swiftly, long enough to dispose of my target without them ever realising what hit them. There is a dagger hidden up my right sleeve, and a few throwing knives hidden under my cape just for good measure-you never know when danger might strike.

Even for such low creatures as assasins, I am regarded with high respect amongst the ranks, and I take pride in the fact that I have successfully completed mission upon mission with measured haste and precision. Now, I am invited to attend a meeting that will discuss one of the most important missions to date. The two guards who have led me along the corridors now stop at a sliding door that looks very similar to that of a classroom door. They slide open the door to reveal a large rectangular shaped room with tatami flooring and wooden walls with paper fitted in between them. There is some sort of a makeshift stage to the farthest left of the room, and to the right I see that I am not the only one that has been called here. There are many others like myself, though different in appearence. Some hide their faces with cloaks and masks, while others have intricate patterns on their clothing or tattoos lining their skin. It is easy to sift out the amateurs and rookies, as is the highly skilled and notorious like myself.

I sit down in the front of the room to avoid the commotion going on between a few people near the back, facing the crowd to make sure that I have time to avoid any sudden oncoming attacks. What was supposed to be a mere fist fight swung full force into a fight with drawn weapons. A large array of weapons was soon visible in the room, ranging from dual blades to long swords, and even a blow torch. I tried my best to avoid the fight, merely wiping away any blood that splattered onto my face, but the fight soon got too out of hand for any of the rookies to handle, and seeing as the other pros couldn't be bothered with stopping the riot, I decided to step in. I circled round to the back of the ruckus, and quickly stepped in between two people, drawing out the daggers from both sleeves and piercing them right into the their necks. The man standing opposite me cursed and lunged toward me. I returned this by sidestepping and twirling round to stand behind him, then thrust my right dagger into his back where his heart should be. It only took around six more people before the rest settled down, none daring to look back at me. I cleaned the blood off the daggers and slipped them back into my sleeves, ignoring the deformed bloodstains the tatami flooring now sported and heading back to where I was seated. I hated making too much of a mess, much less making people suffer painful deaths. As far as I could tell I had already been quite merciful to those few.

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i think i've been watching my brother play too much Assasin's Creed....= =

18TH DECEMBER 2009

I thought it was going to be a normal day.

We had all planned to meet at a shopping centre that our age group usually frequents, and then go to watch a movie. Things went well up to the point when I arrived at the shopping centre. First of all, I managed to get myself lost, though full blame cannot be placed on me due to the fact that the place was undergoing renovation and thus certain parts now looked different. Especially the section that I was walking through, once a row of couture hotspots turned into, of all things possible, a supermarket. I wonder how all those designers managed to suck in their lips and clear their racks to make way for canned beans and mushroom soup?

I was walking around slightly fascinated by how much the place had changed, when I started to feel peckish. I then decided that I should look for something to eat since I had not had my lunch (or at least I presume I hadn't). I walked past the fresh vegetables on display, ignored the yoghurt and daily products on the right, and headed straight for a tall shelf full of packaged burgers of all sorts. There were triple cheese burgers, garden burgers, burgers with yoghurt in them and many others, but I just wanted a simple cheeseburger. The notion of eating a burger that had been sitting around for more than 6 hours, strangely, did not seem to perturb me, so I called over a salesgirl who was standing near a booth where they hand out free samples of food for people to try.

She came over with a smile, wearing a striped pink top and dark brown long pants. Her hair was short and straight cut in boy's fashion, and the sides were neatly tucked behind her ear. Though she had a nametag pinned to the left of her shirt, I do not remember looking at it to find out what her name was. After managing to get a burger and thanking her, I exited the area, found my friends on the opposite side of the building from where I stood. I ran over to them excitedly, meeting up with them and chatting while walking. In total, the people there were Joanna, Yoko, Genevieve, Mariah, Leigh, Celeste, and Shanice. After what seemed like a really short time, Yoko suddenly told us that if we did not hurry to the cinema, we would not be able to get in, so we all rushed toward the escalator that would take us there. This was where the shopping centre that I knew started to change.

The place started to change from dark blue to white coloured walls, and there were more windows, bigger and longer. The place suddenly gave the feel of an airport, and we could see escalators that stretched from the 1st to the 5th floor. That was the one that we had to take, and I was not looking forward to it. We did get lost initially, taking the wrong escalator or turning the wrong way. I even bumped into a large group of girls all cosplaying as the character Sheryl Nome from the anime Macross Frontier, but paid little attention to them. Upon finally reaching the cinema (and going through the nauseatingly long escalator) I handed the usher my ticket, and was about to follow all my friends into the cinema, when the vision blurred and disappeared. The next time things came into focus, the movie had already supposedly ended, and we were all standing outside talking about how we found the movie. I guess my imagination isn't wide enough to support an entire feature film. We said our goodbyes after that, the rest leaving first, and finally myself. I stuck myself into a cab on account of the fact that it was late, and I had no intention of sitting through the massive jam at that time of the day. I probably made the stupidest mistake ever getting into THAT cab.

The driver looked like a retired gangster. His head was shaven clean, he had beady eyes, didn't smile, and I could swear a saw a scar on his cheek. He seemed to be constantly scowling, and when he did speak, he sounded like he was part of the mafia. He was driving toward the address of where my old home used to be, and to get there from the direction that we came in, required the cab driver to make a sharp U-turn that was easy to miss. Of course, usually by telling the driver to look out for the turning, they would be able to catch the turning, but this driver missed it on the first try, insisted that he didn't see it on the second try, and ended up going around the area so many times that he turned off the charge meter and restarted it at one dollar. I was so frustrated, I tried to explain that if he would only let me guide him, he would reach my place faster and I could "GO HOME!" . He then agreed, but then said the strangest thing. He said that he had to run an errand first, and that I would just follow him since I was stuck in the cab. I do not know why I didn't just get out of the cab then, but maybe my dream just didn't let me do that.

We arrived at a housing condominium, and made our way up to one of the floors that was somewhere in the middle. The house was the very last one at the end of the corridor, and you only needed to walk straight down from the lift area to reach it. We both entered the house without even knocking or ringing a bell, and the cab driver headed to one of the master bedrooms while I hung around in the living room. Deciding to be of some help to the cab driver (he claimed he was there to do laundry for the owners) I walked further into the apartment, and looked into one of the rooms. A naturally light brown skinned girl came out then, presumably around my age. She asked me if there was something I needed, and I told her that I was here to help with laundry, and offered to do anything else. She smiled and led me to the living room, he long fringeless brown hair not even swishing as she walked. A dog, more like a puppy, followed after her. At first I had thought that it was a french bulldog, but then I realised that it was a highland terrier, with white fur and black patches that made it look a little like a cow. The girl suddenly asked me if I would like to play with her doll, which eerily resembled herself. I politely refused, trying not to show that I felt something was odd with her. She hadn't asked me to do anything, so I decided to make some light conversation with her while the cab driver did whatever it was he was doing in the bedroom. I asked her what school she went to, to which she replied that she her "school" was in the forest.

Weird.

For some reason after that, she asked me if I would like to stay the night, to which I obviously refused. I barely knew her, and furthermore I should have already gotten home a good two hours ago. My attention shifted to the dog, for I saw something that greatly convinced me that it couldn't be a normal dog. It was picking the lock to the front gate. It literally was standing on two legs, leaning against the metal gate, and using its front paws to maneuvoure a piece of metal wire around the keyhole. I stared at it, my mouth hanging open in utter shock. Just then, I turned back to the girl, and confirmed what I had thought all along.

That isn't a girl.

She had on a smile that was more than chilling to behold, something in her eyes didn't seem human, and she was just clutching the doll in her right hand like how a serial killer would hold a knife just before they stab the unlucky person they target. Her face started to deform, and turn slightly green. An ugly stench filled the apartment, a smell I had never thought could even exist. An overwhelming atmosphere of fear filled me, I thought I was actually going to die. Just then, the cab driver run out from the room, used some object he was holding in his hand to hit the "girl", then grabbed my hand and fled the apartment. A little piece that was to blame for the stench was poking out from the door that the girl had come out from earlier. It was a human hand.

I wanted to throw up, and scream, and even thought of jumping down from the building, but I surpressed all those thoughts and focused on keeping my legs in a running order. Right, left, right, left, breathe in, breathe out.

I don't know how this ended, but I'm very sure we managed to escape.

I took the dog.

14TH DECEMBER 2009

The air seems a lot fresher than what I'm used to breathing. It is a cool day, the sun not burning bright, but not covered by grey clouds either. I am clearly in a school, though it is definitely not the one that I do go to, since the color scheme of the place and the mere size of it greatly differs. The school is full white in colour, with long walkways and wide corridors. I'm running on what appears to be the roof of the school, a flat expanse that is not obstructed by any walls. I'm with a close friend, Yoko, and we are both running, making our way back to our classroom. What bemuses me in this dream, is the fact that though I have never seen this place in my life, I am still able to navigate my way around like a person can get into their bed in their room blindfolded.

As we run in the direction that should be where my classroom is situated, a shape is cast against the area directly above where we are running. We both look up, and point and amazement and delightful interest at the strange figure soaring past us up in the sky. It looks like some sort of plane, with yellow wings and a white body with a black head. It brings me much enjoyment, and we stay and watch it move through the sky until it is merely a tiny dot on the horizon. The sky itself is a sight to behold. The lightest, yet warmest tint of blue possibly in existence, with soft, marshmellow looking clouds that float around lazily in the blue expanse. The further up you look, the deeper and clearer the sky gets, and nearer to the bottom the clouds form large clusters, making it seem like the sky has become a paint pallete. It's the type of sky that you wish you could dive into, or take a picture of, but know that even the camera would not be able to capture the breathtaking view that your eyes are blessed to see.

A small rectangular space in the roof opens up somewhere in the middle of a round curve that we are running on. It leads directly to a winding staircase (also marble white in colour) that has a shiny black banister, and snakes all the way down to the ground floor. However, we stop short of the bottom floor by about three flights, and turn left to head to our classroom, where we see a teacher and many students abuzz with one another.

I am given a slip of paper the moment I enter the room, and see that it is a result slip of some sorts. Though I never do get to read the contents of the paper in detail, I do know that whatever I read on it fills me with joy, and the unsurpressable urge to tell my parents of the good news.

The scene suddenly changes, and I find myself at a warehouse with a railway track in the middle of the place. It is a large place, but it does not store any goods or items wrapped up in boxes and placed on shelves. It is full of stalls of all sorts, and there is a sea of people. The atmosphere is lively and bustling with activity, and I soon catch on to the mood of the place as I, too, start to feel active and happy. As soon as I see my parents, I realise that I have been brought here in celebration of whatever good thing was on the slip of paper. I run around the place exitedly, looking around at all the things people have to sell, but never buying any. Through the throng of people, my ear picks up sounds of laughter and music.

I follow the sound, to see a large crowd standing around in a large empty space just a short distance away from the stalls. I walk over in curiosity, and realise that in the middle of that crowd is a cabaret. There is a woman with platinum blonde hair wearing a tight suit that looks like a corset at the top with puffy, hot shorts. The entire piece is vertically striped black and white, and she has on the deepest shade of red that any human could possibly posess on one pair of lips. She runs around the circle of people laughing and singing, and the crowd responds with laughter and cheers. The moment she sees me, she walks over to me and looks me in the eye. She gives me a dazzling smile, one that screams supreriority but also respect, and above all, cheekiness. She suddenly stretches out her petite, buttersoft hand, and grabs mine. She drags me into the middle of the place, and starts twirling me around. At this point, I'm not sure exactly how to respond, but seeing her cheerful face, and hearing the amused laughter coming fromt the crowd, I lose myself in the music and the fun and just twirl with her. My body feels light, and so does my mind. It feels as though all the things that I have been thinking about, all the little details that we have to keep track of in real life, have suddenly floated away in the midst of cabaret music.

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....i hope this means results for my exams went well...=w=

12TH DECEMBER 2009

this was playing in my head THE WHOLE NIGHT!

but i love it =w=

(no copyright intended :P)

8TH DECEMBER 2009

I'm tall, roughly about 168cm. My hair is reddish-brown, my eyes are bordering on flame red, and I have a well toned body. The clothes I'm wearing I must say are quite cool, with a black shirt, pants and a long black leather coat that has a high collar and trails down to calf length. There is a cross around my neck, and the outfit in general highly resembles an outfit from a game called Togainu no Chi. Despite the heavy and dark material, I do not feel hot at all, and not a single drop of sweat trickles down my face.

There are many people in a large open-air gathering hall. The floor is slate grey, the air is cool, and no one is talking. Everyone is rather reserved, keeping to themselves and always looking suspiciously at the next person. Some people are dressed strangely, with skimpy pieces of cloth hanging onto only two areas of their body, the material obviously made of some animal hide or other. There are large weapons the size of a fully grown man, and small weapons that look more like kitchen knives than killing devices. Some people are covered in armor from head to toe, hiding their face from the rest, while some are merely dressed in a shirt and shorts, looking for all the world as if they were here for a slumber party. From the look of things, I easily deduce why I am here and who these people - including me - are.

Monster hunters. People who take requests from the village or city that they live in, to get rid of a certain nuisance or other that threatens their livelihood. Looking at my build and class of weapon that I am holding, I assume that I have been doing this for quite a long time, and also that I am quite high ranked in the business. I start to recognize a few people standing around in the hall. I also start to understand that we are not in a village or city, but somewhere in the desert forest. This place cannot be explained by a single location, for it has many different elements and conditions deep in itself. There might be an ice capped mountain to the right, and a desert to the left, while in the middle of that desert would be a spring with lush fields around it. This place is harsh to hunters, and if unskilled, many would most likely return half-dead.

The voice system at the front of the hall comes to life, and a voice whose gender I cannot determine starts saying out room allocations. When mine is finally called, I pick up two luggage bags containing weapons and clothes, and proceed to find my room. The base camp is rather small, with just a main hall, and two staircases to the right of it that lead to a second level, which is where all the rooms are. As the place has been built on a hill, no matter which level you are on, you will always be on ground level. I follow the piece of paper with my room number on it, and arrive at the very end of the level, a door right at the end that opens out directly to the hallway.

"Are you staying in this room too?", a chirpy voice from behind asks.

I turn only my head to take a glimpse of who the voice came from, and see that there are two girls. One girl is wearing a brown sleeveless top with blue and white inkings on the edges, with a skirt of the same colour and design, and flat boots with fur around the edges. She has short layered hair, and deep yellow eyes. Her clothes would probably be highly resistant to cold conditions, but awfully useless in hot climates. As for the other girl, I instantly recognize her. It's Genevieve... no mistake there. Her hair is let down, the sides framing her face, and she wears a simple white top with green, red and white checkered shorts. We open the door to a room that has dark red walls and checkerboard styled floor tiles. Two beds are on one side of the wall, while one bed is alone against the other side of the wall, and there are three dressers to keep our belongins, against the wall immediately opposite from the door.

As the girls unpack, I walk outside to take a look around the place. Most hunters would go to the request board to look for a mission to do, but I prefer to only take requests from high above, the rare ones that really give me a challenge. Before I can reach the main hall again, a familiar face I do not wish to see appears. It is a tall, lean man, his skin far paler than mine, making him look like some sort of vampire. His face is constantly scowling, his eyes are dead with no pupils, and his head is shaven clean. It's no wonder that his name suits his appearence so well.

"Nice to see you today, Bone" , I say with mock sincerity.

He grins, making himself look even scarier than before, and looks at me with his dead eyes. He walks toward the barrier and leans against it in a relaxed position, then looks at me again.

"I've got a little interesting information for you if I do say so myself, " he says to me in an accent that can't be placed, "it seems to me that the organization is leaving all the little schoolgirl requests to them normal hunters, and deploying skilled killers like ourselves to the real jungles. What d'you think of that!"

"I'm not sure I follow, Bone" , I reply warily, keeping a disinterested face.

"What you should follow, dear, is that if you don't want to be stuck with them little wussy kill-the-anteka missions, you'd best listen to what I have to say. Those bloody herbivorous creatures are so harmless they shouldn't even be called monsters for felynes' sake!"

He takes off his black cowl and hangs it on the barrier, revealing the scars and still fresh cuts that come with being a professional hunter.

"Apparently, dear," he continues, "They've found this here jungle out of the city that has two different dimensions. The first is that damn awful place that changes climate like you girlies change your underwear, and the second is a place that only hunters who can access a power called the Shadow can enter. Now, traditionally you'd need to have that power in ya since the day you were sucking milk out of you know where, but them organization scientists messed around with nature a bit and gone created special weapons to let us unchosen ones have the ability to enter 'the holy land'. Of course, you still need to be of a certain standard, or the device just won't activate. This other dimension y'see, it ain't no training ground, it's a damn felyne hotbed for monsters, breeding grounds and all. I wouldn't be surprised if you see two velociprey screwin' and havin a ball of a time if they be damned!"

Bone's caustic tongue never ceases to make one feel like throwing up.

"Y'see this here large field," he gestures to the wide space of yellow grass behind him, "this here ain't no normal field with bunnies and rats, it splits into two paths, the herbivores and the carnivores. You'd best ignore the herbivores, what fun can you get from a bunch of veggie sucking organisms? To the left is the carnivores' path, you head straight through that thicket and happy slappy looking rainforest, and activate your device while you're running, and you'll find yourself being wrapped around in this black bubble like cling wrap. Then you'll be in the other dimension, and it's happy monster killing buffet for us all!"

He laughs a deep, evil sounding laugh. It's safe to say that no matter how many jokes he could crack, Bone could turn the most convivial gathering into a funeral parlour. The prospect of having such a place excites me, and my hands tingle, wanting to grab my weapons from the room and ask for the Shadow device. Instead of doing that, I keep a straight pokerface, and monotonously ask him.

"Give me one of those devices, and we'll both go together,"

Bone grins again, then reaches into his pocket, and throws me a black object that greatly resembles a back massager.

"I knew you'd be interested, dear," he says, "you know we both can't resist being bathed in blood now don't you?"

My hands grip around the device, eager to try it out, but I show no emotion to his statements. We set the time to meet up, and he explains how to activate the device. Then, with no further conversation, I turn back and head for my room to rest for the night.

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this is just part one okai? part two's coming later since ima gonna hang out with chelseyyy 8DD

7TH DECEMBER 2009

this is by far the longest/most random dream i have EVER had in many months...it didnt make me happy, but it didnt make me extremely sad either... not to mention the scene kept changing which was REALLY annoying. Well, shall we start? Try to keep up :[

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It all starts with a phonecall, an invitation from a friend, Joanna. She invites me over to her house just to hang out, and I accept the invitation since I have no else to do that day. I arrive at her house, but it's not the same one as the one she lives in the real world. Her house is located at near the beach, on a hill. It's a large house, the type that you see in movies, with tones of light grey and warm white mixed in with a darker black-grey color. The darker grey areas are definitely made of granite, for they feel firm and give off a slight sheen from the mini sliver stones embedded in them. Joanna's room is situated on the side that is closest to the beach, on the first floor. She also has a balcony that stretches the length of her room, which we all go to. The weather isn't particularly hot or cool. It is rather cloudy, with a faint breeze that keeps us from neither perspiring nor donning a jacket.

For some unexplainable reason, her computer is out on the deck, at the furthest right end of the balcony. It is a sleek looking unit, all white (including the table itself). What confuses me is the fact that I do not see any power units at the back, and considering that this is obviously a tropical location, rain should be a deterrant for placing a computer on a balcony. Upon reaching the balcony, I see a few other familiar faces, 2 to be exact. They are Genevieve, and Leigh, two other friends from school. Genevieve is wearing a turqiose-green top with brown shorts and slippers, while Leigh has a striped white, red and yellow polo tee on with dark grey bermudas. I do not remember what Joanna has on, but I do know that all their attire in general was rather casual and almost as if they were prepared to go to the beach rather than hang around in the house.

Joanna turns the computer screen around so that everyone can see it. On the page, there are pictures of different beaches, flowers, and rainforests. She starts a conversation, and we all participate in it with interest and excitement. What we really did talk about, I do not remember, but at some point she must have said something that drew my attention to the beach. Looking to my left on the balcony, I realise that this beach is a lot more impressive than I thought it was at first glance. It is a long, wide beach, with pristine white sand and a clear blue sea that makes soft, gentle waves that cannot even be described as "crashing" against the shore. Around the beach and all the way up to our house, there are lush, healthy palm trees and plants with big leaves that are such a wide array of green that I feel instantly invigorated by just the sight of it. This, I think to myself, is definitely not the siloso beach I know.

What then also brings me to notice, is the balcony itself. It has no barrier. No glass ledge, no metal ledge, no ledge of any kind. Just clear, openness, which would also mean that if I were not careful, I would most likely fall over the edge and into the "lush, healthy" greenery below. I start to discreetly back away from the edge.

The scene suddenly changes to that of the inside of Joanna's room. Her computer has also somehow managed to be shifted inside, but is still on a corner. For some strange reason, her room resembles that of mine in real life, and I am lying on the exact same bed as the one that I truly have. A few more people have appeared, but they are not real people, but rather characters from Japanese anime that I've watched before. The two girls sitting on the bed with me are Tsukasa and Kagami, twins from the anime "Lucky Star". The room is quite dark, with blackout curtains lining the windows and door to the balcony, and a mini chandelier hanging from the ceiling (like the one in another friend, Chelsey's house). I start talking to the twins about how I enjoy reading Japanese manga and other things, and slowly start to feel drowsy. Before I know it, I've fallen deep asleep on the bed, though I am still aware of what is going on in the room. I try very hard to stay awake, but it feels as though all energy has been drained from me and I can no longer even move.

The scene changes again. This time I'm in a shopping mall called Far East Plaza. Judging from the light streaming in from outside, it has to be late in the afternoon, but the entire complex is empty. All the shops are open, and there are people standing behind counters, but there is also no sound filling the place. I stand still, puzzled by the sight, and finally come to the conclusion that I must be dreaming after falling asleep on the bed. A shop to my left catches my attention, and I walk over to look at the things on display. Just then, a familiar friend calls out to me from behind.

"Mika!", says the voice. It's Sochii, a friend that I know from cosplay. Sochii asks me to help find an outfit that is needed for an anime called "Legga Guren" or something of that name, and a wig that is supposed to go along with it. I run over to another shop further down, and find a red number that looks fairly close to the description that Sochii gave. No sooner have I found it, Sochii appears, and in an instant is wearing the outfit (no surprise since it's a dream INSIDE a dream). The wig is then put on quickly, and styled, Sochii thanks me by giving a quick hug, and runs off. Just then, the shop that I'm still in starts to fade, literally. It becomes more and more translucent right in front of my eyes, until everything inside disappears and the place where it had been is just an empty block with not so much as floor tiles. The empty block is where Joanna's room should have been, but the furniture, computer and Joanna herself has also disappeared. The doors to the balcony have becoming automatic, like those in a shopping centre, and the darkness that was in the room is gone. A chilly breeze brushes past me, and I hug my arms tight around my body for warmth. It's only then that I realise something else has disappeared... my clothes.

I REALLY hate this. It's one of those horrible dreams where you probably have to scamper around looking for your clothes, and then be ridiculed by a group of people who suddenly appear. At this point I can't even tell if I'm dreaming that I'm in a dream anymore, but that is of no concern at the moment. My first priority is to look for something to wear. I quickly step out of the shop space, which instantly turns into a sushi restaurant. I see a sushi chef slowly starting to form at the counter like a mirage, and I dash to the next shop which thankfully has curtains to shield myself. I peer around the corner of the restaurant, and notice a few more friends whom I recognise. One notable person is Sara, who is dressed as Alto from the anime "Macross Frontier". He is walking next to a person who is dressed as Michael from the same anime, and they both walk across to the restaurant opposite from where I'm hiding. I'm able to pick out a few words from their conversation with a few other girls in the restaurant, and to my horror realise that they are coming this way to change out of their outfits. I quickly turn and scamper, past the sushi chef who is still taking a ridiculously long time to fully form, and hide behind the curtains at the far end where Joanna's balcony door would have been.

Luck must be on my side, for on the floor I see a pair of black shorts, and a pink towel. Of course, it does not take a genius to figure out what to do with those two articles of clothing. I slip on the shorts first, which take larger priority, and just as I wrap the towel around my shoulders, the Michael cosplayer appears, the rest of the group in his stead. Before they can start changing or doing anything, I turn away from them, looking for a place to escape to. It is only then that I notice that there is a tiny, almost unrecognizable door to the left of the sushi place. This is because it is painted the exact same colour as the white walls, and is hidden behind a big blue banner set up by the sushi place. I walk over to the door, turn the handle, and enter the room.

The room looks exactly like my bedroom, the only difference being that the floor is covered with tatami, and the walls are bare. I dig around for a shirt in the lower closet resting near the opposite wall, and settle for a light orange shirt with a floral applique in the middle. This room is quiet, peaceful, a large difference from all the activity that I've gone through so far. I could have chosen to stay in that room until I woke up, but considering that this is a dream, my body moves itself back toward ther room door, and I exit the room. What awaits me is a shocking spectacle.

Black puppies, everywhere. Sleeping in front of me, sleeping near the sushi shop, running around the shop walkways. They are all clearly poodles, and all scarily resemble my own poodle. I count at least 12 lying around in front of me, and about 6 running around in the walkway. My parents appear then, and explain to me in an unnervingly relaxed tone that they all belong to us. I feel a headache coming on at this statement. I turn to my right, and realise that one puppy is busy chewing and ripping apart a piece of white cloth in its mouth. Not wanting the puppy to get entangled in the cloth, I take the cloth away from it, and unfold it to see what it was. Exasperation creeps up on me, it is my shirt, a new one that I have just brought back from Malaysia. I had been planning to wear it but could not find it earlier, this obviously being the reason. I throw the shirt back to the floor, and turn around to head back into my room. When I turn the doorknob, however, the door opens to a dojo, where three men wearing taekwondo outifts are standing.

All three men have black belts as far as I can see, and not wanting to cause any trouble I simply try to close the door. However, one of the men folds his hand around the doorknob on the other side, and holds it open for me to enter. I look around uneasily, before entering and stating that I simply want to find my room. Another man, suddenly steps forward, and leads me to a different door on the same side as the one I had entered. He opens it to show a large empty space with grey granite floor tiling, and an escalator that goes up to a place which I cannot see. Suddenly from behind runs two small children, a boy and a girl. Though I have no affinity to them, I feel a need to stop them and prevent them from going up the escalator. I'm slightly late, however, for the boy is already halfway up the escalator, while the girl is staring interestedly at it. The man whispers to me in a soft, firm voice.

"Now, remember. When you see her, do not look directly into her eye. She does not like cowards, so show that you have some spirit in you, but do not exhibit defiance..."

I have no idea what he is trying to tell me, but from his tone of voice and words, I figure that I am about to meet someone important, and old. However, I eventually do not require the formalities or hassle of looking after the two unknown children, for no sooner have I taken one step into the grey space, the scene suddenly changes again.

We are on a lifeboat. The kind where 4 people fit on one side, and 2 fit onto the other side with their backs facing the direction that the boat moves in. I am unfortunately on that side, and I see the two young children with a rather old yet eccentric looking lady facing me. That's not all I can see. All around us is lava, hot and pulsing, and molten rock on each side. It looks as though we are in a tunnel, and the lava is moving downstream like a water based roller coaster or Splash Mountain in Disneyland. There is no time to scream or even react, for almost as quick as the scene had changed, the boat tilts downwards at a 90 degree angle, and plummets at an alarmingly fast rate. I dare not turn around to see exactly where we are heading, but as the heat increases, I get the feeling that we are about to fall into a deep, sulphuric pool of lava to be roasted alive.

I am completely wrong. When the 90 degree angle of the boat seems to become 97 degrees, the boat is suddenly thrust into light, and cool air envelopes my senses. Behind me I can see the large hold that we have just come out of, and to my surprise it is a snow covered mountain. The lava changes to water, and the boat is falling quickly for the large pool of water at the mountain base. Just then, a large bear that seems too big to be real bursts out from the hole, making the hole even bigger. It is a terrifying sight to behold- as long as two buses and as tall as three floors in a shopping complex. It makes a deafening sound, and stretches out its large paws with sharp claws ready to crush us. Just as it gets so close that we can feel its breath, it falls short, and hits the icy surface at the base of the mountain, cracking it and falling into its freezing cold depths. At the same moment, our boat splashes into the water, and floats rockily on the surface. The two children are laughing, as is the old lady. As for me and the taekwondo man, we decide to remain quiet about what we saw.

I turn around to see a lush green field and clear blue sky. There are many people, all dressed in beach wear who are cheering for some strange reason. Despite the unexplainable events that had followed, I felt like I had just been through a fun adventure that could never be repeated even if I tried.

5TH DECEMBER 2009

The setting this time seems very much like a Cluedo game. It starts off at night, when a few other people whom I don't recognize and myself are standing around in a rather spacious room with a high ceiling. There is a large, round chinese style red carpet in the middle, and a few deep red sofas around the room, with a few artificial potted plants like the ones you see in The Sims 2. The walls are all a dull grey, but nobody seems to take notice of that or any other detail of the room except for myself. The reason behind this becomes clear quite quickly- people are slowly going missing or getting murdered. The latter is by far just an assumption, and a plausible reason given for their dissapearence. Nonetheless, everybody can't help but feel that that is the case here, and in my mind images of blood splattered all over the floor like a can of dropped paint leeches onto my mind and refuses to go away.



As soon as the reason why we have gathered in the large room is solved (or not solved?), everybody disperses back to their own respective rooms. In my case, I belong to one of the few rooms that have more than 2 or 3 people inside. The room looks a lot like a dormitory, long and narrow with a four-pane window at the end. The walls are the same dull grey as the large room, and the floor is dark wooden teak. This room, like all the others, is dark and dim, the only light prevailent just sufficient for clear vision. There are 5 beds in here, all with the same deep red blankets and nightstand. My bed is all the way down the room, right under the windowsill. I sit down on the bed uneasily, scared, but not wanting to show it. Everyone else, too, feels the fear slowly creeping up on them, and thus the whole room is enveloped in a tense silence. Who is going to go missing next? The worst part of it is that the people vanish without so much as a sound, leaving us to find out about their disappearance only when it is too late.



I look at the window, and decide that the best thing to do would be to try and escape from this place. It is a large mansion covered by tall grass that looks menacing, and a long path that stretches out to a field before connecting back to the main road. In short, it looks like one of those houses in the middle of nowhere where people stop for the night in horror movies and end up dying one by one because of some evil force or another.



Just as I'm standing at my nightstand pouring myself a glass of water, a man suddenly charges at me from the 2 beds down, and pins me flat onto the floor. He has a wrench in his hand, but the wrench seems too big to be real, and the ends have sharp blades that make the tool look like a small creature with vicious teeth.



Crap



He chuckles maniacally to himself as he holds my head down by pushing the wrench against my neck, threatening to snap it.



"We don't want any escapees now do we?" , he says, smiling gleefully as though the sight of my struggling to free myself somehow bemuses him. I shake my head violently, trying my best not to scream as a look into at his face. He holds that position for a few more minutes, while the people in the room do nothing but stare or pretend to mind their own business. After what seems to be hours of lying in the same position, he loosens his grip on the wrench, and stands up straight. He curtly dusts his shirt and pants, like how a person would after just finishing a chore that required them to get down onto their knees. Just before he leaves, he takes one more long intended look at me, which sends a shock through my mind that leaves me strangely terrified. The look seems harmless to the world's eyes, but anyone who ends up the target of that look would understand far more. Behind those normal human eyes lies a madman no doubt, one who has lost all reasoning, and who is not afraid to mutilate and decapitate a human just as one would do to a piece of steak during dinner.

I am truly scared.

I awkwardly crawl back to my bed, falling and stumbling as i do so. It takes me an innumerable amount of strength to pull myself back onto the bed, an action that usually only takes no more than a lift of the bum to do the job.(=_=) My hands search around the blanket for my handphone, sweat slides down my face too slow for me to be bothered by it. I find it finally underneath my pillow, and punch in the sequence to bring me to my Message screen. I silently thank this "deathhouse" for at least having the stupidity to forget to cut off reception to the outside world. I quickly punch in a message that screams "distress" and "help" all over (making sure that it does not sound like a prank), and press Send. The screen immediately blinks over to the Recent Numbers page, a page full of people whom I've sent messages to in the past few days. Without thinking, I press OK for the first name I see. I do not even give myself enough time to see who I have sent the message to, but I hope that they will reply soon. I stare back out at the window, pulling the deep red blanket around my tighter than before.

I can feel something staring at me from behind those glass panes, staring at me and my blood-colored blanket.

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Sara is sitting around a coffee shop table with some friends. They are all laughing, and the surroundings are as lively and colorful as a bustling nightlife district in Chinatown. Aromas from massage parlours drift temptingly past the table, while from the other end the smells of local delicacies and slightly more exotic foods waft toward them. Everyone around the table is chatting in mandarin, a warm cup of coffee resting in front of each of them. He laughs at a joke that someone has just made, then picks up his coffee cup by the rounded handle and takes a long gulp. He feels the right pocket of his jeans vibrate, odd since it is already around 2AM in the morning. He puts down his cup back onto the small coffee plate, and reaches for his handphone. Trying to be as discreet as possible, he punches in the sequence to open the message, an action that he has well memorised as has any other teenager his age. He holds the mini electronic device underneath the table away from his friends' view, and peeps down to read the message.

"SARA, I NEED HELP, PLEASE. I HAVE TO HIDE, ARE YOU AT HOME???"

His brows crease in slight confusion. He checks the Sender's number, and realises who it's from. He is about to text a reply message, his thumb hovers above the green button. Instead, his thumb moves to the right, and presses the red button instead. He twirls his phone once, slips it back into his pocket, and smiles at his friend, pretending to have heard whatever joke had just been made. The message could wait, the night was still young.

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well now REALLY....leave me with the mad dude....
its okayyyy sara its not your fault you just appeared like that in the dream...
do you even drink coffee? :3
P.S for that last part i kinda saw it in like third-party view, so it all played out like a movie there instead of first-person haha

3RD DECEMBER 2009

It's probably set in another type of dimension for the world now, because I don't belong to the country that I belong to here, but only have the knowledge that I'm part of another country that I've never heard of. We are at war with a neighbouring country, one that we never expected would try to invade and take our land and people. The other country obviously has a much larger advantage to take over, seeing as our country is only 2/5 of their population, and their land is thrice as large as ours with more advanced technology at any rate.

My family discreetly takes our little belongings that we have chosen to bring along, and we make our way out through the back door of our house. Out in the main road, there are soldiers of both our country's and the other's running up and down, fighting off each other or trying to find any more citizens to kill. Both sides wear dull colored uniforms, except that the other country is armed with bayonets instead of guns, and they have grenades at their disposal.

We safely make our way to the refugee camp where we are promised to be looked after and be safe from harm. It looks like a large circus tent, with bold colors of red and yellow in a striped pattern. However, due to all the dust and harsh weather we have been having, the color has begun to fade and lose its strong complexion.

We enter the place and take the bread and milk that is provided on the table. Funny how though we are in war, there is still so much food left to go stale and rotten.

Days should have passed since we first arrived at the refugee camp, and everything seems to be fine, until a man dressed in a dark grey uniform enters the tent early one morning, and informs us of the bad news.

Our country has surrendered.

According to him, however, the other country has decided to be nice to the refugees, and will grant us access to live in their communities in our own country, though we will be under constant surveilance and have rationings on food. Of course, nobody likes this idea, but it is a far better prospect that we choose to grasp as compared to being executed with a bayonet through our throat. Our family has no qualms about going through with this, for at least we should still be able to live together. Only as I think this, the man suddenly adds in one more detail.

"For each family to pass through, one person must be left behind."

The sentence rings through my head like a loud cymbal (or as loud as one can get in a dream), and I feel like a large trident-shaped arrow has shot straight through my heart. I know I should be dumb to think that I would rather preserve my own life above others in my family, but this is how I feel as the silence spreads through the other families and groups present. I turn to look at my family, their faces showing the exact same thoughts that we are all thinking. Just then, my mother speaks up.

"I will stay."

I am filled with shock and an unexplainable stubborness. On one hand, I would vehemently refuse this suggestion, and beg her to take back her words, but on the other hand volunteering to sacrifice one's life for the survival of others sends a tiny wave of relief through my mind. Much as I am guilty to admit the existence of these feelings, they are definitely present in all members of the family. Still, all logic aside, I know that I cannot bear to let my mother do something like that, I love her too much.

Her final decision, however, does not change. She has made her choice, and her choices are always absolute with no arguments taken. The small metaphorical puncture that has been made through my heart starts ripping an even larger (metaphorical) gash as I realize that i will Never get to see her again, lest give her a proper burial-if my mind wishes to acknowledge that such a procedure is required for someone who was alive not more than a second ago.

Time has passed since then.

I am living back in my old house, everything seems normal. The trees are as green as ever, the road is as smooth and unblood-stained like before, and the surroundings are peaceful and quiet, with the faint noise of cars coming from the road near the back. It looks just like an ordinary day, except that the scene is at my old house at Holland Road. I'm standing in the kitchen with my maid, and we are simply talking. Something suddenly reminds me of my mother, and her face starts to reappear in my memory, especially those moments when we laughed or had fun together. The ache returns, and I start to cry. I wish with all sincerity and hope that (since it's a dream) she would step out of a cab at the gate to our estate, dressed in her usual casual-style work clothes, smiling her usual slighty-exhausted smile. That I would be able to run down and give her a big hug and let myself cry all over again, while she stroked my hair and told me it was alright between chuckles.

Until I remember her cheeks were slit to save my soul.

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this was a horrible dream...i hated it...when i woke up my mom was drawing open my curtains, so i got up straight away and gave her a BIG hug till she started laughing and told me to "go and shower!" T_T

2ND DECEMBER 2009

I'm in a shopping mall that I've never seen before. The sky is cloudy, rare since in the real world It's been hot these past few days. I can't feel the outside air, though i can see the sky through the large rectangular glass roof that spans 3/5 of the ceiling in the building. There are 4 levels in this shopping centre. Strangely though I see many people on each level, all noise is muted, and I can only hear noise coming from the very top floor. I follow my family (which consists of parents and an older brother) around the bend of the 3rd level, and we make our way up to the highest level. Upon reaching, we are greeted by the sight of a furniture sale that has been set up around the rectangular barrier that is present on all floors.

The barrier forms a large empty rectangle, so that one may be able to look all the way down to the first floor from whatever floor they are standing on. All around this empty space there are shops lined neatly against the walls. As there is quite a modest amount of space between the shops and the barrier, it's no surprise that special sales like these would be set up in the empty space.

The furniture sale is quite specific, selling only tables and chairs of different ranges in size and shape. My brother decides that he wants to purchase a table and chair for his room, as he wants a proper table to eat when he brings his food to his room in our house. My parents decide to stay and watch over him to help him out and dish out advice, but what interests me more is the gaming arcade at the opposite far end of the level. I run over past a shop called Haru House (something that actually exists in the real world) promising myself that I would take a look at it later. Upon reaching the arcade, I see a few fun games that I wouldn't mind trying out, but most of the games are already swarmed by teenage boys who are either playing or just watching.

I run back to Haru House. It's a nice shop in my opinion, with pink walls and a wooden floor. It isn't very big, but it gives a feeling of happiness and involuntary girliness upon entering. There are Japanese lolita dresses hanging on racks to the right that stretch up to the ceiling, and glass cases to the left front of the shop that sell earrings and other types of jewellry that bear resemblance to cakes and sweets. Further in on the left there are the same ceiling-high racks, but instead cosplay costumes of all kinds and sizes are on sale, and on the innermost right section of the shop, high socks of different colours and patterns, including shoes and boots of extraordinary proportions, are resting neatly on a victorian style cabinet that is painted a warm white with floral designs creeping all over the head.

I instantly recognise the girl who is working there, for I have talked to her before on my previous visit to the shop (in real life). We talk about a subject that I can't remember, and then I proceed to picking out a Japanese school jacket that is baby pink with a tiny ribbon applique on the left brest. As she writes out the receipt, there is a small awkward silence. For some strange reason, once she hands the receipt to me, I do not take the jacket, but rather leave it back on the rack and exit the store (it's a dream...i had no choice)

I proceed back to the furniture display, where my brother is looking interestedly at a small squarish table with red edgings and metal legs. He seems rather set on buying that table, and my father agrees with the choice. He then turns around to look for a nice chair, and runs his right hand over the smooth-looking surface of a well laquered farmhouse style chair, made of a light brown wood.

The vision slowly blurs and mists up.

~END~

1ST DECEMBER 2009

I look nothing like myself.

More like I've come out of some japanese anime about cute schoolgirls.
My face is manga-like (in fact, everything is), and I have light brown dyed hair.

I'm sitting in a large room with walls that are slate dark turqiose in colour.
The sofas in the room are black and made of leather, there's a glass art to my right of two large goldfish swimming around each other (chinese style) and to my left is an artificial waterfall with more glass as the background. The room is dim, with the settee surrounding yet another glass coffee table and a flat black tv playing some sort of programme that I can't quite make out.

I'm sitting on the sofa that's to the right of the tv, while all around me on the sofa directly facing the tv and the sofa to the left of the tv are others who I don't recognise. Behind the sofa that directly faces the tv stands two men, leaning against yet another glass wall and looking detached from the rest of us. One man reminds me of Shiki from a game called "Togainu no Chi", while the other has black shoulder-length hair and glasses that make him look like a school teacher. Everyone else appears to be female.

I later learn that we have all been assembled to take part in a special assignment given to us by a person whom I never get to see or hear. We all split into two groups, the first called Monet and the second called Shate. Despite the groupings, I end up being paired up with the one who looks like Shiki (so i will use this name to refer to him). Shiki has a motorcycle which we mount to go around on our assignment. Apparently in this "world", there are large floating spheres which look like gold glitter floating in clusters in the air, that help to keep the Earth's balance stable and prevents it from falling apart. Due to some irregular circumstance, the spheres had been scattered all over the city (which spans the size of Los Angeles) and our job was to hunt down each sphere and collect it so that they could be returned to the place that they had to be returned to.

Shiki and I managed to find one easily, as it was awkwardly floating in the middle of a pavement near a burger joint. However, as time passed it became increasingly difficult to track the spheres down, especially since we had no proper tracking devices whatsoever to aid us in our search, and also the fact that the sun was going down fast, and we would lose light. We decided to return to the place with the strange living room to rest and regroup, and there we met again with the man who looked like a school teacher.

The next time we set out, I went with the school teacher, and we used yet another motorcycle. We wear going around a quiet place that looked a lot like a park, with roads to separate the small fields of grass on our left and right. It was already the twilight hour, and we did not manage to find any spheres. Just then, School Teacher received a phone call from another teammate who sounded urgent. Apparently she was being attacked by a rival team trying to prevent us from collecting spheres. We drove at an alarmingly fast speed, only to reach a large dome resting in sand that strangely resembled a large open-air dome like the ones that would appear in Rome. Inside, however, there was no real danger. Instead, we saw a large gaming arcade full of the usual games, and our other teammates who were just standing around.

On a random note, we decided to play a canoeing game that they had, most like the one I had played when I was a child in real life. We never managed to even start the game however, as before i knew it the games disappeared, and we were already making our way back out of the dome (what a sucky dream :[ )

School Teacher was nowhere to be seen when I came out of the tunnel connecting the dome to the outside, despite the fact that we had walked back through the tunnel together. Without hesitation, I mounted the motorcycle that was still there, and proceeded to look for more spheres. I came to know of a hint of the location of one of the spheres, and also of the fact that I posessed an artifact that could allow me to travel back and forth in time. This, I decided, would come in very handy since I was given a deadline of just two weeks to hunt out all the spheres. I followed the hint given for the sphere, and came to a house on a hill that was white and reminded me of those gothic manors that had long been abandoned. It was a smallish manor that did not seem very intimidating. The place where a door should have been was empty, allowing me to see the gray, deteriorating interior of the estate that was clearly collecting cobwebs and new "residents". The grounds were brown in colour, with nothing but barren space and dry, cracked crevices. It would have been easy to enter the grounds, if not for the fact that surrounding the entire estate was a white construction fence which also conveniently boarded up the front gate. The only possible way seemed to be by the side of the building where a bit of the old fence still poked through and even had a hole through it.

Though I knew i should have gone for the hole, something in my mind was deterring me from progressing. It was neither fear nor disinterest, but rather a feeling that I should not make my move. Just then, the rumbling of another motorcycle was heard, and another woman zoomed up the hill and stopped right next to me. She was another teammate who I had seen at the gaming arcade. She had tanned skin, with clear green eyes, long flame red hair tied into a ponytail that made her look like a female ninja, and...elf ears? Her stature was strong, toned, and she clearly showed this by wearing a sleeveless red top and khaki coloured shorts, and knife pouch hanging loosely by her waist.

"Only one way to get there," she told me in a strong, deep voice that made her seem like an amazon woman, "what should we do?"

I pondered her question for a moment, not sure myself as to what action I had to take. Just then, my special item came into mind, and I decided to use that despite knowing what would happen. From the bag slung to the right of my body I produced a round sphere-like object that could neither be described as white nor silver which shone with unearthly radiance.

"We'll use this, " I exclaimed to her, in a voice so confident that I surprised myself.

I threw the semi translucent sphere in front of me, and instantly it stopped only a few metres from my face and continued to float without any aid. I started to give instructions of what time and date I wanted to move to (though i had no memory of ever knowing how to operate the device) then turned to the amazon woman and extended my left hand.

"Are you ready?" I asked, smiling at her with the intent of gaining her trust.

She nodded in response, and grabbed my hand firmly. I looked back toward the spheric device which was now shining with a force that caused me to shield my eyes. My surroundings gradually become brighter and brighter. until everyone shone with a golden-white light, and we became entirely absorbed into it.

In less than a second, the surroundings reverted back to that of worldy significance, and I found myself standing on what appeared to be a sheltered highway. The amazon woman and I were facing a billboard that had "drive safely" posters pinned on it. It was still nighttime, but the atmosphere had changed completely. The highway was filled not with vehicles, but with people. Thousands of people. all walking in one direction down the highway. Everyone was dressed in normal clothes, but some were moving on machines that appeared to be scooters but were too small and too large at the same time. I was utterly confused, the amazon woman just continued to stare at the throng of people passing by. In an attempt to gather the situation together, I walked up to a group of three boys aged around 17 years of age, and tapped the one with the green shirt. His shirt was sweaty and warm, strange as the air was cool and rather breezy.

"We're all heading to Meccha," he told me, and pointed to a large lit up board far in the distance in the direction that the people were walking to.

I tried to ask more, but it was so noisy and there were so many people that before I knew it, the boys had moved too far away from the billboard for me to keep talking to them. I still needed to stick to amazon woman in order for us to return to the past.

The past?

The date. I needed to find the date. I scanned the area for a newspaper stand of some sort. Just then, i saw amazon lady silently looking at something that was pinned to the billboard. It was a newspaper article. She was pointing silently to the date of the article, obviously pinned up no earlier than 3 hours ago. My eyes widened in shock, I realised we had travelled too far ahead. What puzzled me was how so many things in the world could change so much just because of the disalignment of the spheres. I knew we needed to return to the other day at the manor to rectify things. I looked for my time-travel sphere.

It wasn't in my bag.