This blog is about my dream... Mumpung lagi ga ada kerjaan, dan berhubung gw sering mimpi yg unik dan kreatif, so I thought...hm gw tulis aja kali ya mimpi2 gw di blog. I will take you guys with me on a ride of adventure! hehe... :P Anyway, this piece I wrote before flying back to Indonesia. Enjoy the ride! =)
Tadi malem gw mimpi...Gw dan ade2 sepupu gw, "the lost boys" (yup, tiba2 gw jadi kayaq Peter Pan) menyelundup ke dalam sebuah rumah. Kami mendengar bahwa konon, di dalam rumah tersebut ada seorang PEMBUNUH! Dia membunuh dengan cara melapisi tubuh korban2nya dengan "wax" (kayanya mimpi gw bagian ini kena pengaruh film Perfume: The Story of a Murderer deh, karena gw baru aja ngebahas film itu sama seorang tmn pas lg dinner). Nah, karena yg tau bahwa there inside the house lived a murderer hanya segelintir orang, there we were, the lost boys and I, trying to find out if the rumors were true. It was one of those big houses, you know...those big, creepy, old houses...It had a dark red carpet with yellow carvings all over it. The house was dim as it was illuminated by only a few orange lights. It had many stairs leading to I'm not sure where--stairs that were there just for the sake of being there (this part of my dream was probably influenced by the song "If I Were a Rich Man", a song from Broadway's musical Fiddler on the Roof, which I have been fond listening to these past few days). So "the lost boys" and I were admiring and scrutinizing the big house when suddenly we heard voices approaching. Hurrily, "the lost boys" and I ran up one of the stairs that lead to probably an attic and observed quietly from the darkness. A chubby man in his late 50's wearing a black suit opened the door for a young lady who appeared to be the owner of the house (a young wealthy lady berpenampilan sederhana), followed by a chubby woman, also in her late 50's, who seemed to be the maid of the house (wearing an apron and all that). At that point, we only knew that those three people exist in that house, we did not know who else lived there...But for some reason, "the lost boys" and I had this negative feeling toward the owner of the house. It's like...I had this feeling that she was the murderer, there was just no evidence yet. Suddenly, "WHOOSH!" the scene changed. A bunch of people I didn't recognize, my family, and I were on a tour, where we visited the young lady's (remember, the owner of that creepy house?) farm. She brought us to a place where it appeared to be a barn because there were stacks of hay. I was appaled that SHE was the tour guide and we went to HER barn; suddenly I felt a rush of 'danger' travelling up my back beneath the skin. I whispered to my dad, "Papa, Papa! I think she's a murderer, haven't you heard before about this someone who goes around killing people with wax?" But my dad was like, "Ah masa....." while looking around the barn with awe just like the other tourists. Unfortunately, I think the lady heard me because I could see it through her eyes, she looked rather disturbed and immediately she looked like she was trying to hide something. I had a feeling that there was a corpse lying somewhere beneath those hay stack. Soon the owner left us in a rush while seemed to have succeded in doing something before she left the barn (it was unclear, that something that she was doing, probably aimed to hide any evidence). After she left, "the lost boys" and I immediately browsed around the barn, looking for evidence. One little "lost boy" with a curly red hair came up to me and raised his pointy up to me, "What is this?" said he. There I saw on his pointy finger, a spot of white layer. "Let me see," I said, while taking the white layer with my bare hands only to realize that it was actually a layer of wax. Immediately I was sure that the owner truly WAS the murderer, and she somehow tried to hide the corpse before we came for the tour. And I had an even stronger feeling that she had dumped the corpse into the river next to the barn. Let me explain a bit about the barn. From inside the barn, if we look out through the entrance door, there was a huge river (almost like a cliff) that separated the barn from an enormously huge square building painted bronze. The bronze building had many windows, and a pipe sticking out from the middle of the building pointing straight towards the barn (not sure what the pipe was for). Hurrily, I ran to my father and showed him the wax on my finger, "Papa, look! Wax! She IS the murderer! And she probably dumped the corpse in THAT river!" (pointing towards the river). My dad turned his head towards the river, and approached the barn's entrance door to take a better look at the river. I was just standing at the same spot while staring at the bronze building. Several seconds later, I saw something coming out from the building's pipe, like a bubble gum blowed by the pipe. The bubble was small at the beginning, but it grew bigger and bigger in an exponential growth of velocity. I had a feeling that the bubble was caused by the wax of the corpse that was dumped into the river. Because the river could not dissolve the wax, it became accumulated in the pipe and turned into something similar to a bubble gum (ok this part doesn't make sense scientifically, but bear with me, it's just a dream). I called my dad, "Papa, look! (pointing towards the pipe)." My dad said, "That's probably from the wax of the corpse she dumped to the river!" We froze looking at the bubble from the pipe. It got bigger, bigger, and bigger, until eventually..."Pop!" (the bubble burst with a small popping noise). Then, SILENCE.....(I had a really, really bad feeling, though). Two seconds later, the building started to crack from the middle, and crumbled down like what happened to World Trade Center on September 11th. The crumble of the gigantic building into the river caused tsunami. My dad immediately tried to save our family. Unfortunately, there was not enough time. He could only grab my hand and my younger brother's hand, and we ran while the tsunami wave was chasing us from behind. I really hoped my mother and the rest of my family were also running behind us, not drowned by the tsunami yet. Finally, we reached a beach.... The tsunami was no longer chasing us... I saw an old lady in pink sitting in a golf car yelling to someone a few meters on her left in an angry voice. I had a feeling (yes, this dream is all about my feelings, sometimes I think that I design the plot of my own dreams by having these feelings coming first before it happened) that the lady in pink was the mother of the murderer. When I looked to see who she was yelling at, I saw the murderer, sitting in another golf car a few meters away from her mother. She looked a little panicked to see that I had found her. Immediately she turned on her golf car engine, and as she was about to drive off, I woke up.....
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