A recent jumble of dreams

The one where Taiwan transforms into Singapore

In this dream Em and I are on a transit stopover in Taiwan. I didn’t specifically feel like it was Taipei in the dream though, as nothing looked familiar.

We had a 6 hour stopover and she said she wanted to go into town to look for sex. Strange request given how we usually take musical holidays, but we got onto the MRT to go into town. The MRT also did not look like the real Taiwanese MRT, it was darker and older somehow.

Arriving at a station we do not recognise, we get out of the MRT straight into the basement of a big shopping mall. We are on “Level 1” and it consists of many small shops. Very soon we lose sight of each other and I am on my own.

I try to find my way back to the MRT station, as perhaps this is somewhere she would also go to meet me. No matter how many times I circuit around, nothing looks familiar and no-one knows where the MRT station is.

Then I realise there is a roadblock, and some part of the building must be cordoned off. I look at the directory of the mall adjacent to an elevator, and discover that both L1 and L6 have access to the MRT.

That does not make any sense… how can an underground train have a station on level 6? I think to myself in the dream, but take the elevator up to 6 anyway.

I follow the signs to the MRT and there is a big fruit market right next to the entrance to the station.

This is definitely not the stop where we got off. I think to myself.

I line up for a ticket to the airport, and the lady does not speak Chinese to me. I’m not sure what language it is, but it doesn’t sound like anything I have heard before. I pass her a $100 note (which is red, incidentally the same as in mainland China) and she shakes her head no. I guess she doesn’t have change and pass her a $20 note (which is green, but in mainland China it is brown). She gives me a plastic token, like those ones used in casinos.

I enter the MRT station and get onto the subway. Though we are on the 6^th floor, it feels like we are underground. Once on the subway, I see an advertisement for Changi airport. And that’s when I realised that we are actually in Singapore.

I think to myself, if I just go to the Uniqlo at Changi, surely Em will find me there. Then I wake up.

The one where I choose a top

(This dream took place because I was staying at a palatial penthouse… I think it is relating to choices in life)

I am in a department store. Quite an upmarket one, with the right level of mood lighting and brightly marbled floors. Everything looks shiny and polished. In short, totally where I would not go in real life.

I have a personal shopper, a petite lady whose job is to help me dress. I am hidden behind a curtain in the changeroom, whilst she talks to a shop assistant just outside the curtain. I am wearing my own clothes and I contemplate myself in the mirror – a grey T-shirt and jeans, exactly what I would usually wear, day in and day out.

She opens the curtain gently and shows me the options on a golden coloured rack. There are three tops.

The first is a simple top in hot pink with a boat neck, which has quite a loose fit that looks like it would drape nicely. I think this represents the extroverted outgoing side of my personality.

The second is an elegant formal style top in off-white (almost a cream). Quite well fitted, it has broad straps forming some sort of complex neckline. It looks like something to go with a full puffy skirt and heels. I think this represents the graceful and beautiful side of myself. 

The third is a frilly black top which looks mysterious and sexy. The neckline is also rather complex with lace, and the arms are all lace. It looks like something from a Victoria’s secret catalogue. I think this represents the unexplored territories of my existence. 

The shop assistant asks me which one I would like. I am not sure what my choice is before I wake up. 

The toilet to another world dream

(This dream I had right after the fun Gold Coast music weekend… perhaps some sort of liberation?)

I am stuck in a long and complex immigration queue. It is long enough that I cannot really see the faces of those who are at the counters. There are dozens of counters but hundreds of people, so the line is moving very slowly.

People keep cutting from one queue to another, but no one seems to be complaining about those not following the rules.

I get rather annoyed that the progress is so slow because every time someone is processed from my queue, some others join from other queues.

Suddenly one window is open, the immigration officer in there departed. A throng of people push through the narrow passageway, and I rush to join them. Suddenly, we are all on the other side where it is very spacious and uncrowded.

I look around to see if there are any clues as to where I am. The wall tiles are quite a dark shade of orange with a glossy sheen to them. I cannot find the exit or the baggage carousel. Maybe I am just in transit? I think to myself in the dream.

I see a huge poster advertising “Buy One Get One Free Burger!” probably the largest ad I’ve ever seen for a burger. Then I have an inkling that it is actually Ramadan and so I must be in a Muslim country.

I feel the need to find a toilet, and when I get there it is absolutely huge, perhaps the size of my apartment. There is a cloth cover over the toilet seat, and when I sit down I realise that there is no way for me not to soil the cover.

After I sit down, I realise that the bathroom is surrounded by flyscreens which are half exposed and I can see people walking around outside. I am a bit horrified that people can see in as well, so I quickly finish and stand up.

Not knowing what to do with the toilet seat cover, I take it off and bundle it up, looking for a bin to throw it into. 

That is when I realise that the bathroom actually has another section around the corner. Does it lead to another world? I wake up.