date: Saturday, December 11, 2004 @ 1:32 pm
title: Day 21: Dream and Revelation… Are They the Foretold of the Truth? Part I
A revelation of my dream, and I just finished my brunch, while watching Gundam Seed on Kids Central …
I didn’t have a good sleep last night… I had a terrifying dream of what was going to happen soon or the near future of the church.
We are going into combat, armed with rifles, bulletproof vest and heavy-duty combat boots.
It was an Alien Vs Predator 2D game landscape, which eliminating Alien was the primary concern with the cooperation of Humans and Predators.
I was alone, armed like a Predator with meat slicing weapons and plasma firearms. I was a veteran during the dream, slaughter and bashed the Aliens without reverence. Killing all was my solo purpose to be able to survive the treacherous conditions without any assistance. I would say… I was so oppressed by the circumstance that was presented to me. That, I just wanted to end my life (or the game), but it felt so real (or was real), in which I realised that it was no game at all from the beginning..
After the long bloody and gruesome battle, I found the mother spacecraft platform, for which we were to gather for safety. I wasn’t the first to reach there.. there was someone else.
Two was sitting at the front of the boarding bridge. I glanced that them and I saw a gal and a person whom I assumed was a Predator. I sensed that she was from the church, so I questioned her about her adventure. But I could recall what her reply was.
Next, I asked her who was beside her; she explained that he was a Predator. I shot her another question immediately,
“er.. Why is still dressed so fully?” (Something like that)
“He has skin condition that he cannot have contact with sunlight.”
Not long, another team came in. It was Daryl and his partner. He was carrying his brown-orange strips Crumpled bag (the one he always brings to church) and was gripped on his firearm.
“Hey! That’s my friend. He’s a drunken,” Daryl introduced.
The drunken was pressing his filthy white handbag against the wall, adjacent to the exit. He had the drunken looks and dressed identically as a normal American drunken I seen on TV. He was donned in hay brown clothing with holes bitten by rats and had an unshaven face with a pair of drowsy eyes, staring weakly at me.
Soon, Pastor Char and her team came in one piece, with mostly church members and a handful of new friends forming the team. As soon as, Pastor Char (sort of) made a signal, the mother spacecraft came into the landing port for us to board the ship. However, either she or someone else said that there was someone else, so we waited for them as some board first.
A girl appeared. Her height was a meter so and aged about 8 to 9 years old.
She had a babyish look and her face was covered with strokes of dirt across her cheeks. She was slightly blonde and was donned in a simple looking dress. She had a clear plastic made bag, those children type of shoulder bag that is transparent but had cartoon characters on it.
She looked very unhappy. The ‘purest’ unhappiness was expressed across her face. So pure that it diffused a very potent scent of displease across the air. Pastor Char and Daryl dashed across the platform, towards her.
A huge shadow cast over the girl who then had tears swelling in her eyes (the kind in Japan animation - the smaller version of crystal watery eyes). The shadow had an impact in my heart – an indescribable fear.
Boom… Boom… Boom…
A Sherk look-a-like appeared instantly. He wasn’t green but had normal human skin colour. I didn’t notice his dressing as I was quite far away when he presented himself.
(Movie style) My vision zoomed in, at the bright red circular button by the side of the exit. The human Sherk was so clumsy, literately like a bull in a china shop, pressed hard onto the button. The jaws by the exit were shutting.
(Movie style) My vision zoomed out, but slowed down like Matrix style. The motion became very slow and my vision was like the camera moving around Pastor, who den jumped forward into the closing exit, and Daryl towards the red button.
Unknowingly, I partook the ‘rescue’ mission and threw myself forward as well…
(Movie style) My vision zoomed in at the keyboard outside the closing gate; I immediately pressed the yellow square-ish button and held on to it.
Phew… The gate stopped closing.
On the other hand, it took me a tremendous effort to hold onto the button. It’s like the strength needed to press the button is equivalent to holding on to the closing jaws of the exit.
Accidentally, I released a bit. The jaws slammed into the Sherk as he had trouble to go thru the gate… ( now can you understand how big he might be?) We thought that we had lost him, got sliced by the sharp jaws.
Phew… I think, Daryl came to the rescue and too pressured onto the button.
Soon after, as everyone was a counted for..
‘PUFF!!’
I was awaked by the scorching morning sun frying my exposed top and also the howling of my alarm echoing by my ears.
