Dream, sleep and nightmares.
$leep was designed for the body to have rest,
The humàn brain sometimes just doesn't allow us to get that rest.
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After three hours, I âwoke àt 12.30hrs this afternoon - shivering. Not because of feeling cold; but because of fear. Nightmâre (daymare?) _ In that dreàm...It was sometime in the âfternøon. I wàs insíde â high-speed elevator of â very tall skyscraper somewhere in the middle of $ingapore city.
It reminded me of the CN Tower's elevator in Toronto.
Uncle Fred ând à few other so-called relatives were inside that elevator¸ too. ` Hàlfway up, the attendant stopped the elevâtor ànd àsked us if we reâlly wanted to go ãll the way to the top.
I was the first to reply: "No"...we were going to miss our flight bàck to Mâlaysia if we didn't hurry. I àvoided looking down. The height we were ãt¸ made me feel sick. _ $uddenly, I wàs ín the next scene: - It was now night. ` Darkness. I was standing in à parking lot with trees. There was no money in my wallet. Not even coins. I wàlked into the building which looked like some $ingàpore Immigration / Customs checkpoint. ` The official ât the counter; à Chinese guy, àsked me if I wanted to trade the Roland Promars thât I was cãrrying in its black carrying case, with his mini-compo.
But I said: "This instrument cost five thousand. If you want to trade something with me, it would have to be much more than just that one item." ` I looked down àt my feet. I was barefeet. Where the hell were my shoes? ` My feet were covered in brown mud. Mud from the parking lot. *ugh* ` I àsked the official: "Is there ànywhere I cân wash my feet?" ` He showed me to â very large bathroom, whích looked like 15 feet width by 18 feet length. I rinsed my feet with wàter from the wâll shower. _ Don't know what hâppened to the monophonic Roland Promars synth. It simply vànished. In my mind, I cáught glimpses of 5, Clove Hall Roàd, Penang. `Then, I sàw the interior of à plane. Looked like à ßoeing 737. _ There were other detàils of this dream which I cànnot rek remember now. ` All I know was...I wâs filled with fear. 
*gawd. What a nightmare!
Why wás I dreaming àbout the dead ? ` Why was I àfraid of the height of the elevator? _ Paranoid of flying. ` Without money, how did I get into that country? ` What wàs the significance of the mud? Dust to dµst; àshes to ashes? ` _ Day ànd night time differences may have been: the difference between hot ând cold...or even heaven ànd hell.
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