I had a bizarre dream last night. I was on a plane. A
small one. The kind that allowed six people on board, including the pilot. I didn’t really know if it was designed for six people or less. All I could
remember was there were six people on it and the plane seemed to be full.
The pilot, I remembered, was an ang-moh. He had
handsome beard, the kind that was grown for a few days after it was shaved; the
kind that when you put your hands to rub against it, pricked a little. I always
thought man with those types of beard looked the most handsome, that’s why I called it the handsome beard.
The plane didn’t seem to be flying initially until I noticed
what was under it; a green land. I had never seen a greener green than the
green of that land. The place looked like one huge valley and was blessed with
perfect weather. I remembered hearing that I was in Australia…but it seemed
this place had no association with any civilization.
The first thing I saw was a horse. It had two
different colours on its body. The first colour extended from its head towards the middle half of its barrel and from there, a second color continued before it reaches its hooves.
The first color was beige and the second one was dark brown. I remembered the
first thing that came to my mind when I saw the horse was ‘Nutella’. The colour
looked just like the chocolate and hazelnut combination in a jar. The horse had white hair and looked very healthy.
Then the plane flew over several beings underneath.
They had spikes on their heads and looked beastly. They seemed to notice our
presence but didn’t seem to be interested to know more. I took out my camera
and prepared to snap a few pictures. The ang-moh pilot didn’t seem too happy
about it. He mumbled something to me but I couldn’t really hear. I guessed I must be terribly frightened that I couldn't care about whatever he had to say.
There was a crowd of people gathering halfway around
one of them. These beings didn’t seem to like to wear any top. The males were
bare-chested and the hairs on top of their heads were long and bushy, similar to that of British guards outside Buckingham Palace, only that these hairs were real. One male was tied unto a bark
of a tree. His arms were wide opened and he was staring at the people with such
an anger I had never seen before. For a while he looked like a lion that was
ready to prowl at his enemies.
I remembered I was rather worried all the time because
the pilot seemed to fly a little too near to these people. I couldn’t remember
exactly what the next scene was but when I took my camera out, some people on the plane said, ”They are going to kill you!” Their voices wasn’t
loud but firm and strict and with that I took it down. Then I heard someone said, "We'll meet again...on this plane... but now you have to leave. " I didn't understand what he meant. I thought they conspired to drop me on this island. So I begged them for mercy but before i could open my mouth, something hit me hard on my head. It came with a loud noise that was so devastating that I had to force myself to get up amidst the pain that I had. I sat up and found myself seated on my bed while my arms slowly reached the blasting clock that successfully yanked me out of my bed. I hit the silent button and felt something on my head. It was wet. I smelt the red liquid on my hand. Blood.
