Thanks to yesterday's up-and-down-shopping spree + tarawikh at the mosque + surviving the day with a weak body + staying up till 1am to post a blog entry + waking up for sahur AND subuh...
I became dead tired today. So, right after Subuh prayers, I went to sleep. Quickly.
And with that...I dreamt.
I find myself in a sort of...college place where we were all having a discussion on Sport's Day. Yes, I was still in me Red House (yay! Go red! ^_^). So we were all sitting down, making noises and all while discussing. Someone was at the front, telling us about the events and all. I can't remember who, but he (the one in front, who was suppose to be our House Captain) seemed oddly familiar. My mind drifted back to Wei Siong, who was my former House Captain (and a friend of mine as well. He's a good leader and I had no problem trying to follow him =D Yes, I was a rebellious girl back in school.), but when I looked closer, it wasn't him.
So we were discussing on the events and who'll volunteer to join them all. Among the events that will be held during Sport's Day were:
1) Track Field Events (100m, 1500m, 200m, 4 x 100m, etc)
2) Pool Events (the typical...swim-race thing...)
3) I think it was a Triathlon(sp?).
I remember I put up my hand and told him that this year, I didn't want to participate in any events due to certain reasons (I'm not so sure why, but I think it was because it was the final year of school/college life for me there or something *shrugs*).
So! When the whole meeting finished, we all went out of that classroom. Then I forgot something, so I left my pals and went back into the classroom to take that something I forgot.
In there, was another person. No, not one. Two. Two people. One was a guy, while the other, a girl. She looked...drained...drained in the sense that she looked terribly exhausted and seemed as though she's been doing something. The guy, on the other hand, appeared calm and relaxed. I couldn't tell how the girl looked like, but for some reason, this guy's physical appearance seemed more detailed than everyone elses.
He had brown hair, all tied up at the back. Then there was his glasses. His clothes were simple; black plain tee and jeans, and on his feet were black boots. Everything about him seemed...mysterious. At times, evil too, and he always had that smirk on his face as though he knew more about you than anyone else does. Good looking? Yes, I have to admit, he was quite the looker. But something about him seemed...hollow. Empty, I thought when I was in that dream.
So, seeing the two of them -the girl exhausted, and the guy calm and relaxed- gave me a thought that...well...they both did that 'something'. I just ignored those two and went on to look for that something I forgot to take back, but the whole while, I could feel his eyes on me. He was staring at me intently, I realised, but I just looked away and continued looking for it.
"Lost something?" he asked all of a sudden. When I looked up at him, he smirked.
"Yea, I left it somewhere. It was...here! Found it!"
He chuckled and stroked the girl's hair as he watched me, "Lucky you,"
I grinned at him, but as I did so...I noticed that hollow in him. My grin faded, replaced by a rather...serious expression. I pointed a finger at him, "Soul Eaten," then I exit the room.
0___0 I don't know why the hell I just said that. XDD But I think it was meant to describe his whole...hollow thing. 0.o...Soul Eaten...weird, really weird.
Then the whole place shifted to the scene where I entered the library. It was a pretty place, I noticed. Tall-windows, wide open spaces, and a scenery that was breathtakingly beautiful. It was then that I realised that it was autumn. Trees outside crowned with red and gold leaves. Hehe, I love autumn, though I've never experienced it before, but I've seen glimpses in pictures. I wish I could see one for real.
So, yea, I was there. I think I was returning the books I was borrowing and at the same time, I wanted to go study there. Just as I was about to take a seat by the window, the exhausted girl I saw earlier was nearby, with the same guy. They seemed to be arguing. But from my point of view, it seemed as though the girl was the one who looked very cross rather than the guy. He just sat there, with his arms folded across his chest, looking at her with dulled eyes.
Realising that he doesn't seem to bother about her, she slapped him once and stormed off.
Blegh, being the curious me, I slowly made my way there. Just...trying not to make it so obvious. So, I went to his table (it was a big table and there were lots of chairs around it) and took a seat opposite him.
"You got ditched," I mused, placing my book on the table.
He smirked again and leaned back, balancing his chair on its two legs. "She wanted my money. And my attention. But I couldn't be bothered. Then again," he looked elsewhere, putting on a bemused look, "I never really bothered in the first place,"
"Oh," I opened my book and read the first few lines, but of course, I wasn't paying attention to the book.
"I get money delivered to my doorsteps every end of the month. But I don't really care about the money, so I mailed it to other people. Not needy people, I'm not a charitable person, but just random people. Crooks, beggars, rich people, kids, students; I give to them all,"
"You don't keep it for yourself?"
"I don't care,"
I lifted my head up and looked at him rather sadly, "You don't care about yourself, do you?"
"I stopped doing that a long time ago," he took off his glasses and laid it on the table, rubbing his eyes before putting his arms and head on the table.
And again, I gave him that same expression and looked at him straight in the face, "Soul Eaten,"
At that moment, he actually heard me, "Why do you keep calling me that?"
This part was not done by me, but more like...the me in that scene there. I could only watch while the "me" in there give this answer: "You don't look alive. You're better off dead than living in this world. Other people deserve that life more than you, but you just throw it away like that. You're alive, but you act like a living corpse, your soul eaten away by the sands of time," I closed my book and stood up, "That's why you are you, Soul Eaten,"
He looked at me once, blinking a little, but then he laughed, "You're weird,"
"I can be worse," I smirked.
Mr. "Soul-Eaten" stood up as well, "I heard about the Sport's Day. Will I see you there then?"
"Nope, doubt that. I pulled back just for this year so you won't see me run or swim,"
"I see..." he seemed to be thinking about something, because right after that, he nodded and placed a hand on my shoulder, "I'll find a way then,"
I looked at him, brushing his hand off my shoulder, "Think for yourself first before you can think for others, Soul Eaten,"
Coincidentally, there was a sign hanging behind him that had the words "Love Thyself" engraved on it. I tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the sign behind him. And as he turned, I hurried off, disappearing from his sight.
The scene then changed again to the track field of my school/campus. It was already Sport's Day, and the first race began. I had my laptop on and connected to the internet, but my eyes were on the participants. Someone fired a gun, and all five runners started to run.
Red was leading, but it was funny watching him run. I mean, he was like...huffing and puffing but he was really fast. I cheered him on but when the runner started slowing down, he looked back and saw the other runners catching up to him. He yelped and ran even faster but he was already slowing down. Yellow took over, but Red was persistent. But just as they were only 50 metres away from the finishing line, Red went ballistic and fell on the ground. Yellow took the lead and won~
Throughout the way, my face was like this:
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Baka.
Seriously.
Suddenly, I felt like I wanted to join the whole sport’s event thing. And for some odd reason, I ended up chatting with Geoffrey (don’t ask me how you got in this dream. =___=) and asked him about the whole thing.
Me: Geof, GEOF. Anymore openings in the sport events?
Geof: Huh?
Me: SPORTS.
Geof: Oh. Uh…you ask Jing la.
Me: Ehh?? He ain’t online.
Geof: *shows some weird emoticon*
Me: ….Riiiggght~
And once more, the scene changed. I was on my way home, walking down the street. Houses. Cars. You name it. Uhh…and then, my phone vibrated. I got message from some…unknown number.
Unknown Number:
Hey, “Soul-Eaten” here. Got your number from a friend of yours.
I got the money, and kept it. Thanks for the sign.
Let’s keep in touch.
…….I don’t know why, but I felt kinda happy. Sadly, I don’t even know his name, which is kind of sad. Heck, in a way, the dream ended nicely ^_^ When I told Aiman about my dream, (and when I described “Soul-Eaten’s” physical appearance) I remembered something. “Soul-Eaten’s” face…was somewhat like this:
Still not familiar? Okay, most Valkyrie Profile fans would know who this dude is at first glance. But if it's still not clear for ya, lemme put in a better picture.
Lezard Valeth, from Valkyrie Profile. Now that he mentioned it, I think it IS him. 0___0 I don't even know him THAT well, but heck. The only difference between "Soul-Eaten" and Lezard is the ponytail that "Soul-Eaten" has. The rest are all similar.
Of all people...@____@
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