i had a dream last night.
it was like some sort of adventure. yet it was so real. and weird.
okay. so there was this king who treated us unfairly. and there was this main guy character. we had to fight among some soldiers but they caught us. and the king was like, "i had a request," he snarled to that guy, "that you jump out of that window, and land on the city square, just like Dr.______ did?" okay. i dont know who the doctor whoever whatever his name is, but obviously that guy died and i gasped in fright. then the dream showed me this circle shape on the floor outside the window stained glass of the palace. there were peasants walking around and also stalls set up along the streets, and they wore clothes of the, what, 1930s? it was also just right before this huge door, probably the door of the palace. next thing i knew, that guy ran, jumped through the window which shattered into pieces and he was falling so fast. i screamed. and the king was cracking up with some evil laughter.
suddenly, i was in some white hospital room. and the nurse didnt really care. me and this other woman told her she had to save that guy but the nurse just said indiffently, "oh look." and she read out some numbers on the machine. then she just switched it off and walked away. what the hell. maybe its because she knew it was a hopeless case since it was the olden times and they had no techonology yet. or maybe it was the king's orders.
the scene changed to my study room. only that suddenly there were two huge, bulky machines on the table. the other woman with me was fussing over the wires, connecting it to the guy. some numbers appeared and we whispered, "please live, please live." the woman stood by the guy meddling with the wires and machines, and seemed to know what she was doing. it was already late at night. and i was on the other side of the room using the computer, communicating to some other guy for advice.
then i woke up on full on rain and had to go around closing all the windows.
oh my god. the dream was so scary. argh. oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh. 1930s. death. forced sucide. unlawful kings. uncaring nurses. where was my mind drifting off to?
