A feeling of warmth engulfs me today! :D I am feeling extremely blessed. Each student I teach makes me feel even happier. I feel content and blissful when the parent expresses their deep happiness and trueness. (:
I'm so happy! My birthday is next week. :D
When we interact with every human being, wish the person the best possible and you will experience great psychological benefits for yourself! It's that simple for both parties!
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Memory is power.
Inadvertently, the whole world would know that memory is power. If a human being has no capacity to remember, they would be empty pieces of tainted paper. I love contemplation. The art of thinking is something that few appreciate, and even fewer care to practice. Think before you act, or the repercussions would be irreversible. Human beings who do not think before proceeding with particular actions often carry out things that they do not want to. That is a form of art as well!
For myself, I believe my dreams matter the most. I love dreaming. I can dream all day about my fantasies. I love having my lucid dreams. I have mastered the ability of self control. Many have not. I have mastered the skill of controlling oneself- to be able to feel little or nothing. Redundant emotions are obstacles to achieving one's Goals. We need to WIN in life. We can win when we do our best and do not impair judgement by meaningless acts! We can do it! We are the best in our minds.
There was once a girl who had the same name as I, and that girl was a floating white gown. She was invisible. She could go through walls and she could see what everyone was doing. She prefers to be called "She" because it sounded cool.
One day, the girl stumbled upon a room that no one had opened. She could walk through walls, so that was what she did. After she entered, she noticed that the inner parts of the room was filled with dust and particles were flying in the air. There was a tremendous amount of bacteria and each bacterium filled her nostrills even though she was invisible. It filled her up and she could not breathe! This was strange because she was invisible.
The moral of the story- tangible things can affect the intangible. If you let physical things enter your bodies- things that are vile and unclean, your mind would soon be polluted as well.
I read This in my favourite book.
"It is better to be cut by a sharp sword than to let a wrong thought enter the mind."
I do not need to explain the story. If you have the necessary analytical skills needed for literature, you will understand. Life is simple. Be happy always. (: Think and act and you will succeed. Act and think and you may not.
Memory Is on paper and memory is power. Memory is the sense of all loss- Housekeeping. The book has been amazing. It has taught me many concepts to be used in writing. Ruth, Lucille. I forgot much of it, but I remember their abandonment and the dark winter nights. I remember the children who did not exist in their stories. (: What comfort the author must have attained from penning down her thoughts. I truly love the concept of writing.
Inadvertently, the whole world would know that memory is power. If a human being has no capacity to remember, they would be empty pieces of tainted paper. I love contemplation. The art of thinking is something that few appreciate, and even fewer care to practice. Think before you act, or the repercussions would be irreversible. Human beings who do not think before proceeding with particular actions often carry out things that they do not want to. That is a form of art as well!
For myself, I believe my dreams matter the most. I love dreaming. I can dream all day about my fantasies. I love having my lucid dreams. I have mastered the ability of self control. Many have not. I have mastered the skill of controlling oneself- to be able to feel little or nothing. Redundant emotions are obstacles to achieving one's Goals. We need to WIN in life. We can win when we do our best and do not impair judgement by meaningless acts! We can do it! We are the best in our minds.
There was once a girl who had the same name as I, and that girl was a floating white gown. She was invisible. She could go through walls and she could see what everyone was doing. She prefers to be called "She" because it sounded cool.
One day, the girl stumbled upon a room that no one had opened. She could walk through walls, so that was what she did. After she entered, she noticed that the inner parts of the room was filled with dust and particles were flying in the air. There was a tremendous amount of bacteria and each bacterium filled her nostrills even though she was invisible. It filled her up and she could not breathe! This was strange because she was invisible.
The moral of the story- tangible things can affect the intangible. If you let physical things enter your bodies- things that are vile and unclean, your mind would soon be polluted as well.
I read This in my favourite book.
"It is better to be cut by a sharp sword than to let a wrong thought enter the mind."
I do not need to explain the story. If you have the necessary analytical skills needed for literature, you will understand. Life is simple. Be happy always. (: Think and act and you will succeed. Act and think and you may not.
Memory Is on paper and memory is power. Memory is the sense of all loss- Housekeeping. The book has been amazing. It has taught me many concepts to be used in writing. Ruth, Lucille. I forgot much of it, but I remember their abandonment and the dark winter nights. I remember the children who did not exist in their stories. (: What comfort the author must have attained from penning down her thoughts. I truly love the concept of writing.
Memory is the sense of all loss.
As I am on the journey for education, meaning to share with someone else my lessons, I ponder.
I see the raindrops trickling down the train, and a drop falls off the screen I look at, onto the reservoir. I have been told that it must be the lower or upper something reservoir.
On another note, just as how raindrops fall so easily and
Vanish, our memory is the same.
Memory is the sense of all loss.
I did not dream of water last night. Why? I dreamt of a PSB building and I had a short moment where my dream was Lucid and I could control it but I did not do all the things I wanted! I must have dreamt of water. I must have! Did I?
I try to recall. Maybe I did. I think there was but not enough. I want my lakes and the seas I always dream of.
As I am on the journey for education, meaning to share with someone else my lessons, I ponder.
I see the raindrops trickling down the train, and a drop falls off the screen I look at, onto the reservoir. I have been told that it must be the lower or upper something reservoir.
On another note, just as how raindrops fall so easily and
Vanish, our memory is the same.
Memory is the sense of all loss.
I did not dream of water last night. Why? I dreamt of a PSB building and I had a short moment where my dream was Lucid and I could control it but I did not do all the things I wanted! I must have dreamt of water. I must have! Did I?
I try to recall. Maybe I did. I think there was but not enough. I want my lakes and the seas I always dream of.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
I have always held the notion that Everything happens for a reason. Everything. God's purpose and plan. Sometimes, we do not know what the purpose is and we fearfully or vehemently doubt it but there IS a reason.
Human beings exist for a reason. Emotions exist for a reason. We live for a reason. People live and die. People breed and die. Hamsters breed too, but they are but hamsters. I am a Human being. I am alive. I can breathe. I can think. I can choose the way I act.
Rats in captivity can choose how to act too. They can go for various options. We are all strange in some way. People have thoughts- good and bad. Having lived in society for almost twenty years, I have come to the realization that people are of good and bad breeds. There is no doubt. Yet, the movie, "The Bullet Vanishes", spoke about people being inherently good. I believe in that too, just that at that state, they are just "good people gone bad". 这个世界上没有坏的人,只有变坏了的好人." this notion often holds for most of the world's population, but it does not apply to every single being. We are but single beings being stranded in our own single cells. I recently encountered a stranger who was painfully rude. Strange. However, I noticed that these people hurt more than us. They are all dying inside! We are the happiest people, they are not.
We are happy beings.
I love the song, Qian Li Zhi Wai. Amazing vocals.
Human beings exist for a reason. Emotions exist for a reason. We live for a reason. People live and die. People breed and die. Hamsters breed too, but they are but hamsters. I am a Human being. I am alive. I can breathe. I can think. I can choose the way I act.
Rats in captivity can choose how to act too. They can go for various options. We are all strange in some way. People have thoughts- good and bad. Having lived in society for almost twenty years, I have come to the realization that people are of good and bad breeds. There is no doubt. Yet, the movie, "The Bullet Vanishes", spoke about people being inherently good. I believe in that too, just that at that state, they are just "good people gone bad". 这个世界上没有坏的人,只有变坏了的好人." this notion often holds for most of the world's population, but it does not apply to every single being. We are but single beings being stranded in our own single cells. I recently encountered a stranger who was painfully rude. Strange. However, I noticed that these people hurt more than us. They are all dying inside! We are the happiest people, they are not.
We are happy beings.
I love the song, Qian Li Zhi Wai. Amazing vocals.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Cyber life is extremely interesting, notably the fact that complete strangers and close relations actually can easily access information that you casually or deliberately put up.
Likewise, interesting is that fact that emotional beings like humans are even more unpredictable than the clock. Just kidding. They are highly predictable.
It has been known since the start of time that creatures with emotions cannot function to its best capacity. A man with a wife and a mother will spend time figuring out the best choice of who to save when both are drowning, leaving much room for debate and speculation. A lady with an issue with food would find herself debating on the case of To Eat Or Not To Eat. Silly trivial things in life? Perhaps. Perhaps not.
I have always found humankind to be rather interesting. Certain individuals would do so much as to read the minds of others. Some would merely read their own books and live in a world or complete solace? A few of them would actually ATTEMPT (which means possibly failed ones) to dictate the life of another. Some would love so much. Strange, isn't it?
I have recently taken to reading the thoughts of random individuals. It is particularly exciting to correct their grammar as you go along- a bad habit of mine. :O (Apparently, if I were to be awkward, I would think that ":O" did not exist in the English dictionary." Anyway, my language is not perfect either, but it is the skills I possess currently that make me analyze and ponder on the intelligence of many. It is strange that we are brought up in a world of Elitism and also a world of average standards. We shuffle between both. Blah. No sense?
"Time waits for no man and no man waits for time."
I keep dreaming. I love the state of being "floaty". "Floaty" is the word I use for being in a state of complete dazedness and total calmness. I'm at peace. I dream of a time where I can fly through the puzzled cities where normal beings dwell in, and as I float by in my "floaty" state, I would then be able to come to a conclusion that there is no conclusion in this world. THE only conclusion that I can come up with is that there is in fact perfect irony. Which, does not make sense. How can there be a conclusion if I said there was no conclusion?
Hmm. (: Strange is the thought of man. Obsession can kill. (:
Anyway, please remember to write down your dream tomorrow. (:
Likewise, interesting is that fact that emotional beings like humans are even more unpredictable than the clock. Just kidding. They are highly predictable.
It has been known since the start of time that creatures with emotions cannot function to its best capacity. A man with a wife and a mother will spend time figuring out the best choice of who to save when both are drowning, leaving much room for debate and speculation. A lady with an issue with food would find herself debating on the case of To Eat Or Not To Eat. Silly trivial things in life? Perhaps. Perhaps not.
I have always found humankind to be rather interesting. Certain individuals would do so much as to read the minds of others. Some would merely read their own books and live in a world or complete solace? A few of them would actually ATTEMPT (which means possibly failed ones) to dictate the life of another. Some would love so much. Strange, isn't it?
I have recently taken to reading the thoughts of random individuals. It is particularly exciting to correct their grammar as you go along- a bad habit of mine. :O (Apparently, if I were to be awkward, I would think that ":O" did not exist in the English dictionary." Anyway, my language is not perfect either, but it is the skills I possess currently that make me analyze and ponder on the intelligence of many. It is strange that we are brought up in a world of Elitism and also a world of average standards. We shuffle between both. Blah. No sense?
"Time waits for no man and no man waits for time."
I keep dreaming. I love the state of being "floaty". "Floaty" is the word I use for being in a state of complete dazedness and total calmness. I'm at peace. I dream of a time where I can fly through the puzzled cities where normal beings dwell in, and as I float by in my "floaty" state, I would then be able to come to a conclusion that there is no conclusion in this world. THE only conclusion that I can come up with is that there is in fact perfect irony. Which, does not make sense. How can there be a conclusion if I said there was no conclusion?
Hmm. (: Strange is the thought of man. Obsession can kill. (:
Anyway, please remember to write down your dream tomorrow. (:
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
I dreamt about water again. When I woke up, I felt incredibly peaceful. :D
I dreamt that I was having a holiday, and I was with my extended family as well. We were at a place off Singapore and we were at part of the old Sentosa. I floated in the pristine waters with a life buoy and a floating bolster and I held a present someone gave to me and floated happily.
I remember that before that, I was at the Year End Rally and that everyone wore yellow. We took videos and there were fireworks and I remember so much but I have to go off to school and hence, I shall keep it short. I love my dreams. I love writing them all and compiling them and recalling it all, because it helps me to ameliorate my already fantastic memory! (: Memory is the sense of all loss. I recollect this sentence from a book we read for Literature last time. (:
The sense of all loss. Haha, well, it is all up to us! To me, it can be for keepsake. (:
I love dreaming. I urge you all to pen down your dreams, for in your dreams, you can find happiness.
Happiness is the key thing for one to be successful. When you plant a bed of roses in an unhappy plot of land, unhappy roses brew and sorrow floods the land. When you plant a bed of roses in a jubilant plot of land, thee jubilant roses will multiply and fill up the world. (:
I dreamt that I was having a holiday, and I was with my extended family as well. We were at a place off Singapore and we were at part of the old Sentosa. I floated in the pristine waters with a life buoy and a floating bolster and I held a present someone gave to me and floated happily.
I remember that before that, I was at the Year End Rally and that everyone wore yellow. We took videos and there were fireworks and I remember so much but I have to go off to school and hence, I shall keep it short. I love my dreams. I love writing them all and compiling them and recalling it all, because it helps me to ameliorate my already fantastic memory! (: Memory is the sense of all loss. I recollect this sentence from a book we read for Literature last time. (:
The sense of all loss. Haha, well, it is all up to us! To me, it can be for keepsake. (:
I love dreaming. I urge you all to pen down your dreams, for in your dreams, you can find happiness.
Happiness is the key thing for one to be successful. When you plant a bed of roses in an unhappy plot of land, unhappy roses brew and sorrow floods the land. When you plant a bed of roses in a jubilant plot of land, thee jubilant roses will multiply and fill up the world. (:
I want to tell you about my dream. There was so much water and I was rowing my sail boat and I was falling off and it was amazing. I remember my dreams every single day and I remember every single colour that it pains me sometimes, because my head is so full and I want to empty it, but then, what if there is no bowl, it is already empty. (: Before that... (:
Strange is the thought of man. Stranger are the sights we see on Earth and not to mention common day sightings.
I have always thought of "thought" as something intriguing yet something that sparks interest as well. When we live in a world where "thought" dominates, we are fueled by the strength it nourishes us with, and we are flooded with anguish by the pain it delivers. "THOUGHT" FUELS THE IMAGINATIVE MIND.
I have realized that in this world, many are driven by triggers and many are sparked by emotions. Let's give an example. Let us deem that a plate of chicken wings remind us of the real chicken itself. What about a plate of chicken wings reminding us of a bony child? All the bones. It does not make sense. No, not to you! Some person might think that a plate of wings remind them of bones, and the bones remind them of a malnourished child. What makes sense? What about the plate of wings reminding us that animals die for us to eat them. There are so many ways someone views that plate. What about it being someone's last meal? "Thought" alone makes no sense. What makes sense is basically the human's conception of it.
NOW, NOW. Let us take a look at "value". I deem "value" as something extremely important to me. Sometimes, I feel so empty when there is no value at all. There is a value for everything we do. For me, the value that something has is the value I have by upholding my moral stands. My moral standards apply to me. Different people have differing moral standards. Moral ground is essential for any growth at all. The growth in this sense can mean physical, mental, spiritual, emotional. Emotional growth is so important.
Do you all feel empty sometimes? It is time to feed your spiritual mind and emotional mind. (:
There was once a fighting fish who lived, and it longed to see the world.
It dropped out of its bowl, and that was my fighting fish.
My sister stepped on it but it survived.
I took it and put it back into the water.
It swam tenderly, tail hurt.
Fins hurt.
It jerked and swam.
It continued doing so.
It survived.
We can be like the fighting fish. We can grow strong too. (:
About my dream... (:
I want to tell you that I have a lot of repetitive dreams. I dream about my old house almost every night and I dream about water almost everyday. I think of water as a sense of freedom for me and a sense of struggle too. Sometimes I dream that I am on a yatch or a sailboat and sometimes I dream that there are so many swimming pools that are 2.5m or 1,000000m and I felt as though I would have drowned. Whenever I know that I am dreaming and I see these water places, I feel very happy.
Water makes me really happy. That peace, that serenity, no one can understand. I see the sparkles and light bounces off so gently off these surfaces, gleaming, coruscating, casting an occasional beam of light on my face.
I dream of many buildings. I remember there were five levels and thirty eight levels and also seventy two levels for my different dreams. I remember that I was in a snow globe and we were bouncing and flying and I want to make my dream into a movie. It is so amazing!
I think I live in my dreamworld too much. My memory is too good for me. Haha, I tend to remember every single detail that it scares me by how much I can recall.
Strange is the thought of man. (: I love dreams. They are so peaceful, wild and amazing. :D I love random thoughts and exciting dreams.
Strange is the thought of man. Stranger are the sights we see on Earth and not to mention common day sightings.
I have always thought of "thought" as something intriguing yet something that sparks interest as well. When we live in a world where "thought" dominates, we are fueled by the strength it nourishes us with, and we are flooded with anguish by the pain it delivers. "THOUGHT" FUELS THE IMAGINATIVE MIND.
I have realized that in this world, many are driven by triggers and many are sparked by emotions. Let's give an example. Let us deem that a plate of chicken wings remind us of the real chicken itself. What about a plate of chicken wings reminding us of a bony child? All the bones. It does not make sense. No, not to you! Some person might think that a plate of wings remind them of bones, and the bones remind them of a malnourished child. What makes sense? What about the plate of wings reminding us that animals die for us to eat them. There are so many ways someone views that plate. What about it being someone's last meal? "Thought" alone makes no sense. What makes sense is basically the human's conception of it.
NOW, NOW. Let us take a look at "value". I deem "value" as something extremely important to me. Sometimes, I feel so empty when there is no value at all. There is a value for everything we do. For me, the value that something has is the value I have by upholding my moral stands. My moral standards apply to me. Different people have differing moral standards. Moral ground is essential for any growth at all. The growth in this sense can mean physical, mental, spiritual, emotional. Emotional growth is so important.
Do you all feel empty sometimes? It is time to feed your spiritual mind and emotional mind. (:
There was once a fighting fish who lived, and it longed to see the world.
It dropped out of its bowl, and that was my fighting fish.
My sister stepped on it but it survived.
I took it and put it back into the water.
It swam tenderly, tail hurt.
Fins hurt.
It jerked and swam.
It continued doing so.
It survived.
We can be like the fighting fish. We can grow strong too. (:
About my dream... (:
I want to tell you that I have a lot of repetitive dreams. I dream about my old house almost every night and I dream about water almost everyday. I think of water as a sense of freedom for me and a sense of struggle too. Sometimes I dream that I am on a yatch or a sailboat and sometimes I dream that there are so many swimming pools that are 2.5m or 1,000000m and I felt as though I would have drowned. Whenever I know that I am dreaming and I see these water places, I feel very happy.
Water makes me really happy. That peace, that serenity, no one can understand. I see the sparkles and light bounces off so gently off these surfaces, gleaming, coruscating, casting an occasional beam of light on my face.
I dream of many buildings. I remember there were five levels and thirty eight levels and also seventy two levels for my different dreams. I remember that I was in a snow globe and we were bouncing and flying and I want to make my dream into a movie. It is so amazing!
I think I live in my dreamworld too much. My memory is too good for me. Haha, I tend to remember every single detail that it scares me by how much I can recall.
Strange is the thought of man. (: I love dreams. They are so peaceful, wild and amazing. :D I love random thoughts and exciting dreams.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
It is Saturday morning and I amble across the tunnel lightheartedly. I spot the same people hawking their items and the same busy crowd rushing towards their individual destinations. Out of the blue, I spot a lady with a tin can in her hands, raising funds for a charity. She is middle aged and she fades
Into the background. As I continue walking, I notice an elderly lady in her
Sixties carrying the same tin can. My heart starts to feel a tinge of pain. At this instance, This thought came into my mind,"What about the younger working crowd?"
I take a look at the ladies. They look forgotten and sad. I carry on and I see The last lady, elderly as well.
This happened ten minutes ago.
I don't know why but it pains me That they should raise causes on their own. I know there are many young adults who help out as well. However, seeing them there makes me Feel young adults can do even more for society. Even the aged has stepped in, don't you think we should?
I take a look at the ladies. They look forgotten and sad. I carry on and I see The last lady, elderly as well.
This happened ten minutes ago.
I don't know why but it pains me That they should raise causes on their own. I know there are many young adults who help out as well. However, seeing them there makes me Feel young adults can do even more for society. Even the aged has stepped in, don't you think we should?
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Okay, I'm writing this immediately after I realized that I had a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream. This dream has never happened like any dreams before. In fact, the first dream was lucid and the second dream was partially lucid. This is not as powerful as the ultimate lucid dream I had but it was crazy. (I just realized that the format did not include spaces between the paragraphs! What a read! Haha)
THE MIND IS EXTREMELY POWERFUL. Two years back when I had my best lucid dream, I changed the landscape to make the monsters attacking me in the gold cave in the Egyptian like place I was exploring disappear. I crushed them with my bare hands because I knew it was a dream. I then changed the landscape and ended up in Singapore and looked for the sea so that I could practice running on water. Don't ask me why, but I was a running fanatic at that point of time and I would do anything to improve my timing. The next day, I managed to run 2 km in 8 minutes and 35 seconds that day. I cannot beat that timing now. At least, yet. I definitely can do it when I train even more.
Okay, I dreamt that I was driving and I looked at the block. It was night at the block said 773, Hougang avenue 3. And I knew that there was no such block so I was dreaming. (The last time I had such a dream as well.) Hence, I know it was a lucid dream- a dream where I know it's a dream so I can control it. Someone was driving the car down, it was a jeep, and we were on a concrete carpark that looks like it was very messy. There were many turns and I saw some actresses at the top so I wanted to see what they were doing so I drove the car back up without being in the driver's seat. Like my previous lucid dreams, I wanted to shoot down the "fake" people, but I couldn't this time cause my focus wasn't there. I made the car go up and then I grabbed one of the fake people. I tickled myself with the person cause I wanted to know if I could feel a sensation in the dream. I could not feel it for the first four times but I suddenly felt it! Then, I woke up with a start. I was in my bedroom. I wanted to know what caused the sensation. How could I feel something when I was dreaming? I started remembering my former dreams of people hugging me and touching me and swimming.
How could I feel all those? I looked down and I saw a HUGE, cream white soft toy bear that was on me. I pinched it off and the paw came off and it spoke to me. I was shocked because I woke up from my previous dream already and I knew that my previous dream was a dream, not real life. I remember that there was someone in my room. I think my sister so I felt very dizzy and confused and we ended up at the mama shop downstairs. I was spinning and I fell and my purple bag (that I carry often) fell onto the table and I hit something off. The owner that we often see was there and I said, "Sorry, I don't know why I'm so dizzy." I went to text my friend that I often text because I was so puzzled. I bought a grape yakult and drank it in my room and I felt better. My sister bought some sweets. I recall that we were back in room, and suddenly, I saw my brother and sister playing with my neighbour, who was a young Indian boy. However, I looked closely and it was not him! It was a toy that could speak and jump. And it had wires but I was shocked. Wasn't this reality already? I asked my sister or brother. They said that it was very normal. Toys can actually speak. It's like Toy Story. I did not believe it. I asked around and I looked at my shelf. I sat there thinking for about one minute and I looked at my phone and I saw picture snapped of all the toys dancing in my room and also two of my "Happy Fish" pictures. One had my pink dolphin facing me and the other had three pink notes Covering my pink dolphin's face. My mum came in and I asked her to say hi to the toy. "That's not our neighbour, that's a toy that looks Like him." I said questionably. There was also another smaller version that looked like my neighbour too. My mum just nodded as though nothing was out of the blue.
I was puzzled. Everyone seemed to know it all along. (My bedroom was the bedroom I had currently, except it was midnight and the clock stopped at a certain time after that. My windows were open as usual. However, the shelves directly in front of me were the shelves from my Anchorvale home. There was one White table at the bottom, three other light brown shelves at the top. Anyway, the reason why I can remember my dream in great detail is because I always look back and my dream and recall it. Hence, my room was a mixture of that of my old house's and new house's room.) I went and said "Hello" to the toys through waving. I could not believe it. There were all Alive. I was really shocked. Why were they suddenly Alive? I haven't even had toys in the longest time and suddenly, my sister or brother got these toys and placed it on my shelves. I looked in front and I saw the a toy being blocked from my angle. It was blocked because my bed is very high on a platform and beside the window directly. The shelves were more towards the middle of the room. It was blocked by a white box like thing. I went forward and I saw a blueberry cheesecake toy talking and I was like wow. There was also another chocolate cake or strawberry talking. There were also some lizard toys that looked like rare species and I touched it and suddenly, another snake-like toy that was about 5 cm in diameter wrapped around my second finger on my left hand so tightly and I Was so scared. I was petrified. I tried to get it off. It was painful. (I realized that the Sensations were real.) The lizard-toy that was yellow with yellow gray spots, a total of about 10 spots forming an inverted triangle also wrapped around me and another white grey lizard with the same spots was running towards me. Then a black lizard/snake was running towards me from the floor and I jumped away and ran out and they came closer.
Before I move on, I want to say that I remember there were other toys also. There was a talking clock that suddenly had eyes. It was a brick red clock. And then there were also some other things that I will slowly recall. The blueberry cake was a log cake by the way, since I remember now. Then suddenly I woke up again. I was in the Living Room. That explains it! I realized that I had been dreaming for the past two times. (The carpark driving at Block 773 that doesn't exist and the white Teddy back that woke me up and the blueberry log Cake. And our "neighbour". Actually, neighbour-looking toy. I was in the living room. I remember that my view faced the television an my room was on the right. I was situated at the far back end of the living room in the centre. Where have I seen that living room before. (I'm trying to recall now, in reality as I'm recalling my four dreams within dreams.) It looks like my aunty's house's living room and it looks like the living room in my old Anchorvale house. Anyway, it's mainly white and Marble polished and I saw the Tv console that I used to have at Anchorvale house. (319C) and then there was the Orange old vase we used to have, but it was a smaller version. About 5/8 of the original one we had. And the there was a black television in the middle and the whole place had green grayish sofa everywhere. Like there were a lot of people and the television was turned on and the character was mostly blue in Colour. Then, I told my dad that the toys were alive! I remembered looking at my Camera Roll and seeing pictures of evidence I took but then I looked and they were gone. I told him about my previous dream foreshadowing the current dream. There was another Man too. He looked like a technician or and engineer. He seemed to wear spectacles. I started looking for toys and talking to them and they told me that they were alive. They wanted to hug me and then I kept thinking about how I had the lucid dreams previously. This could not be a dream again. I've only had a dream within a dream once before and it was also a lucid dream. (That Lucid dream I had was the most powerful dream. I changed the landscape and ran on water to practice my running skills and mental skills.)
I picked up and Elmo thing that looked like boxing glove material tied up together with brown string. It was a vest that children wear. It could talk to. I held the vest and it vibrated like a human being. "Say hi to them!" I took up the toy and made it say high to the people sitting at the chairs behind the living room. It was the only toy I was not afraid of. "I used to like Elmo when I was young. I think it should be okay since it doesn't have scary hands like the other toys." I thought. I sang the Elmo song and I felt a sense of nolstagia hitting me. The toys were running amock and I was petrified. However, I started to question more. There must be an answer. Why are They Alive? Now that I look back in hindsight, I realized that this reflects my personal character in life. I always have to have a logical answer. I got my answer in my dream. Behind me, there was a squished seating area with about three chairs. These chairs were the rattan ones you would see at cost chill out places which adopted the rattan-look. The chairs were greenish grayish as well. They were made of rattan. Someone on the chair or my dad told me that these toys were not alive. I think my aunt was there too. I saw her. The speech was as follows, "They really seem alive all the time but it is actually a market research conducted by all the dealers from various markers to see what we like to watch on television, what we do in our daily lives, what we buy, what we wear so that they can make more money." It didn't make sense to me but it kind of did because I could not understand how toys could be alive. My Elmo toy seemed so real. This is crazy.
I have a lesson that applies to everyone. I believe that we should write our dreams down. After I have created this habit since a while back when I read the article on lucid dreams about 5 years ago, my mental strength has increased tremendously. I have the power to literally stop a nightmare when I am having a dream. At times, I purposely jump down the building in the dream just to try it out but that ends the dream so I don't recommend that. The mind is powerful.
THE MIND IS EXTREMELY POWERFUL. Two years back when I had my best lucid dream, I changed the landscape to make the monsters attacking me in the gold cave in the Egyptian like place I was exploring disappear. I crushed them with my bare hands because I knew it was a dream. I then changed the landscape and ended up in Singapore and looked for the sea so that I could practice running on water. Don't ask me why, but I was a running fanatic at that point of time and I would do anything to improve my timing. The next day, I managed to run 2 km in 8 minutes and 35 seconds that day. I cannot beat that timing now. At least, yet. I definitely can do it when I train even more.
Okay, I dreamt that I was driving and I looked at the block. It was night at the block said 773, Hougang avenue 3. And I knew that there was no such block so I was dreaming. (The last time I had such a dream as well.) Hence, I know it was a lucid dream- a dream where I know it's a dream so I can control it. Someone was driving the car down, it was a jeep, and we were on a concrete carpark that looks like it was very messy. There were many turns and I saw some actresses at the top so I wanted to see what they were doing so I drove the car back up without being in the driver's seat. Like my previous lucid dreams, I wanted to shoot down the "fake" people, but I couldn't this time cause my focus wasn't there. I made the car go up and then I grabbed one of the fake people. I tickled myself with the person cause I wanted to know if I could feel a sensation in the dream. I could not feel it for the first four times but I suddenly felt it! Then, I woke up with a start. I was in my bedroom. I wanted to know what caused the sensation. How could I feel something when I was dreaming? I started remembering my former dreams of people hugging me and touching me and swimming.
How could I feel all those? I looked down and I saw a HUGE, cream white soft toy bear that was on me. I pinched it off and the paw came off and it spoke to me. I was shocked because I woke up from my previous dream already and I knew that my previous dream was a dream, not real life. I remember that there was someone in my room. I think my sister so I felt very dizzy and confused and we ended up at the mama shop downstairs. I was spinning and I fell and my purple bag (that I carry often) fell onto the table and I hit something off. The owner that we often see was there and I said, "Sorry, I don't know why I'm so dizzy." I went to text my friend that I often text because I was so puzzled. I bought a grape yakult and drank it in my room and I felt better. My sister bought some sweets. I recall that we were back in room, and suddenly, I saw my brother and sister playing with my neighbour, who was a young Indian boy. However, I looked closely and it was not him! It was a toy that could speak and jump. And it had wires but I was shocked. Wasn't this reality already? I asked my sister or brother. They said that it was very normal. Toys can actually speak. It's like Toy Story. I did not believe it. I asked around and I looked at my shelf. I sat there thinking for about one minute and I looked at my phone and I saw picture snapped of all the toys dancing in my room and also two of my "Happy Fish" pictures. One had my pink dolphin facing me and the other had three pink notes Covering my pink dolphin's face. My mum came in and I asked her to say hi to the toy. "That's not our neighbour, that's a toy that looks Like him." I said questionably. There was also another smaller version that looked like my neighbour too. My mum just nodded as though nothing was out of the blue.
I was puzzled. Everyone seemed to know it all along. (My bedroom was the bedroom I had currently, except it was midnight and the clock stopped at a certain time after that. My windows were open as usual. However, the shelves directly in front of me were the shelves from my Anchorvale home. There was one White table at the bottom, three other light brown shelves at the top. Anyway, the reason why I can remember my dream in great detail is because I always look back and my dream and recall it. Hence, my room was a mixture of that of my old house's and new house's room.) I went and said "Hello" to the toys through waving. I could not believe it. There were all Alive. I was really shocked. Why were they suddenly Alive? I haven't even had toys in the longest time and suddenly, my sister or brother got these toys and placed it on my shelves. I looked in front and I saw the a toy being blocked from my angle. It was blocked because my bed is very high on a platform and beside the window directly. The shelves were more towards the middle of the room. It was blocked by a white box like thing. I went forward and I saw a blueberry cheesecake toy talking and I was like wow. There was also another chocolate cake or strawberry talking. There were also some lizard toys that looked like rare species and I touched it and suddenly, another snake-like toy that was about 5 cm in diameter wrapped around my second finger on my left hand so tightly and I Was so scared. I was petrified. I tried to get it off. It was painful. (I realized that the Sensations were real.) The lizard-toy that was yellow with yellow gray spots, a total of about 10 spots forming an inverted triangle also wrapped around me and another white grey lizard with the same spots was running towards me. Then a black lizard/snake was running towards me from the floor and I jumped away and ran out and they came closer.
Before I move on, I want to say that I remember there were other toys also. There was a talking clock that suddenly had eyes. It was a brick red clock. And then there were also some other things that I will slowly recall. The blueberry cake was a log cake by the way, since I remember now. Then suddenly I woke up again. I was in the Living Room. That explains it! I realized that I had been dreaming for the past two times. (The carpark driving at Block 773 that doesn't exist and the white Teddy back that woke me up and the blueberry log Cake. And our "neighbour". Actually, neighbour-looking toy. I was in the living room. I remember that my view faced the television an my room was on the right. I was situated at the far back end of the living room in the centre. Where have I seen that living room before. (I'm trying to recall now, in reality as I'm recalling my four dreams within dreams.) It looks like my aunty's house's living room and it looks like the living room in my old Anchorvale house. Anyway, it's mainly white and Marble polished and I saw the Tv console that I used to have at Anchorvale house. (319C) and then there was the Orange old vase we used to have, but it was a smaller version. About 5/8 of the original one we had. And the there was a black television in the middle and the whole place had green grayish sofa everywhere. Like there were a lot of people and the television was turned on and the character was mostly blue in Colour. Then, I told my dad that the toys were alive! I remembered looking at my Camera Roll and seeing pictures of evidence I took but then I looked and they were gone. I told him about my previous dream foreshadowing the current dream. There was another Man too. He looked like a technician or and engineer. He seemed to wear spectacles. I started looking for toys and talking to them and they told me that they were alive. They wanted to hug me and then I kept thinking about how I had the lucid dreams previously. This could not be a dream again. I've only had a dream within a dream once before and it was also a lucid dream. (That Lucid dream I had was the most powerful dream. I changed the landscape and ran on water to practice my running skills and mental skills.)
I picked up and Elmo thing that looked like boxing glove material tied up together with brown string. It was a vest that children wear. It could talk to. I held the vest and it vibrated like a human being. "Say hi to them!" I took up the toy and made it say high to the people sitting at the chairs behind the living room. It was the only toy I was not afraid of. "I used to like Elmo when I was young. I think it should be okay since it doesn't have scary hands like the other toys." I thought. I sang the Elmo song and I felt a sense of nolstagia hitting me. The toys were running amock and I was petrified. However, I started to question more. There must be an answer. Why are They Alive? Now that I look back in hindsight, I realized that this reflects my personal character in life. I always have to have a logical answer. I got my answer in my dream. Behind me, there was a squished seating area with about three chairs. These chairs were the rattan ones you would see at cost chill out places which adopted the rattan-look. The chairs were greenish grayish as well. They were made of rattan. Someone on the chair or my dad told me that these toys were not alive. I think my aunt was there too. I saw her. The speech was as follows, "They really seem alive all the time but it is actually a market research conducted by all the dealers from various markers to see what we like to watch on television, what we do in our daily lives, what we buy, what we wear so that they can make more money." It didn't make sense to me but it kind of did because I could not understand how toys could be alive. My Elmo toy seemed so real. This is crazy.
I have a lesson that applies to everyone. I believe that we should write our dreams down. After I have created this habit since a while back when I read the article on lucid dreams about 5 years ago, my mental strength has increased tremendously. I have the power to literally stop a nightmare when I am having a dream. At times, I purposely jump down the building in the dream just to try it out but that ends the dream so I don't recommend that. The mind is powerful.
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