Someone once famously said "I have a dream," and I'm pretty sure that the person was some sort of celebrity because of the frankness and clarity of the phrase, probably a pop star. Anyway, I have a dream, rather, I had a dream, albeit it was more of a nightmare than a dream. It is not very often that I remember what I have dreamt, but this one particularly left me in a fickled state of shock and desperation. I can still feel the fear and horror I had subconsciously experienced.
What was the dream? Well, I was at a petrol station, filling up my new shiny black car thinking about whether I should use those supermarket petrol discount vouchers when the pump broke down and I overfilled the car with the excess petrol splashing out.
To truly understand the dream, let me explain some quirks about me. First, I never put my wallet in the back pocket, rather, I hold it my right hand because I have never felt comfortable sitting on something so expensive and I also do it to elicit those priceless looks of "Is that real?" from wannabes. Furthermore, I also try to balance the value of the accessories that I wear. Naturally, I wear my watch on the left hand so I need to balance it on my right hand with the wallet and bracelet and soon, the Cartier ring. This is called equilibrium, it exists in chemistry, accounting and the in economy and it also exists in what I wear.
Another thing that I hold in my hand is my new mobile phone. For some reason, I have never appreciated the concept of wearing a radiation transmitting device so close to your private bits. Call it prudence or call it perculiarity, that is me. Also, I have never got use to the idea of using vouchers, whether it be for food, discounts or fragrance, the idea of getting something for free for nothing is too complex to comprehend. Surely there is a catch...
And the last vital piece of information is that I absolutely hate and try to avoid public embarrassment, much like how I avoid the original inhabitants of Australia. If given the chance, I will try to prevent a PDE, Public Display of Embarrassment. And that incident of the petrol overflowing, it qualifies as a PDE. Oh the shame!
So that was the dream. And the nightmare? Petrol splashed over my wallet, damaging the monogram, which, naturally, I was holding in my hand. The horror! The shock! The pain! The despair! The tragedy! Oh, it hurt so much. It was the perfect storm - a scenario combining the things that I fear - embarrassment and damage to my treasured acquisitions. Throw in a robbery and an original inhabitant of Australia and it will then be called suicide.
But an after thought came me, I can afford to buy another one and for that matter, I can afford to buy another one in Paris. Truly uplifting. So, believe when I say this, whenever you have a dream, don't live it, don't believe it and above all, don't go to someone who has the ability to interpret it.
posted by tykang @ 10/15/2004 08:43:00 PM
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