Alien Landscape

worm in my skin

i had the most disturbing, adventurous, saddeningly realistic, amazing dream.
there was one scene where in the dream, i said, i know this is a dream. i don't want to wake up. then i felt myself waking up like it was a command to exit but forced myself to stay asleep. the dream continued but it felt sadder. it was real.

there is a girl i was travelling with in the dream. i am so close to remembering her face but each time i almost see her, she disappears. i know her or i'm going to meet her soon.

the world was asleep. it was iced over by the sleeping hearts of men. i was in a train. i was with her and a group of other travellers who are like me, puppets.

i had a worm in my body. i saw it bulging through my skin.

my grandmother stood under a sickle moon. she looked at me as if to say, thank you, you can leave me here now.

we bought tickets with chocolate coins but had no home to return to.

we soared above beaches with wooden huts. there were handsome blond boys. they looked good in their swim shorts.

a man in a trench coat blasted everyone into drones. he took New York like a slice of cake and placed it in a cemetry.

i went to a doctor because my hand was bleeding from trying to dig out the worm.

we walked through a dead town and took pictures of the ghosts of children as they laughed and played in coffee shops. nobody roamed the streets but us.

the man in the trenchcoat saw us and expelled us from the city. we had no home. just tickets bought with chocolate coins.

it was cold. it was so cold. snow and ice.

i was scared. there was a worm in my body and i saw it bulging through my skin. it moved around. my nails bled. it wanted me.

we were by a big iron gate. beyond is more desolation. more ice and cold. but it was more land to explore so it gave us something to do.

the man in the trenchcoat was going to kill us all.

the train. it was going to slow. it was merely gliding on ice. all water on earth has turned to ice.

we walked. no, there was only me. i walked. ice. ice all over. the buildings were coming down.

a comic shop selling first issues of every comic there ever was. burn. burn. ice.

the camera was abandoned in a puddle of dirty water which reflected a sickle moon. where was my grandmother?

tickets. the train was not moving. we walked. no, there was only me.

burn. burn. ice.

debris. i cannot see because of all the debris.

there she was again. she blamed me. she hated me. it must be because of this worm.

i have a worm in my body. i feel it as i lie sleeping in my bed. i claw at it with my eyes closed. i am so scared of waking up.

i woke up. i woke up shaking. the worm.
thank God it was just a dream. there is no worm. and it is summer all year round here in Singapore.

i'm safe. i'm awake.
Posted by NHJ 8/28/2006 08:00:00 pm

Monday, August 28, 2006