Only recently, I had yet another strange dream.
The characters involved included the characters from Prison Break as well as the characters from a fictional clinic from one of my previous dreams.
Well anyway, I was with T-Bag on the MRT. Somehow or other, it surfaced that I had either left his son behind or I had killed him during the prison escape.
Without so much as an "aiyee", he pulled out a cleaver and tried to chop me at the neck. I managed to stop his hand but as I was just a kid(I'm my real age in the dream), the cleaver got closer and closer to my head. Suddenly, the knife moved fast and cut part of the left of my skull taking a tiny piece of brain with it.
T-Bag was shocked and so was I. Literally. I fell to the floor and was unable to speak coherently nor move. T-Bag was apologetic and when we alighted at Simei MRT, he carried me towards a fictional clinic that had originated from one of my previous dreams.
Halfway to the clinic though, he put me down because all of a sudden, I could walk, albeit I had to shake "it" off.
As in my previous dream, the staff at the clinic asked ME patient information questions slowly and without urgency (I was able to talk by now). Again, as in the previous dream, there were no doctors in the clinic whereas there were like 4-7 Nurses/Receptionists.
It surfaced that T-Bag did not pick up my brain nor my skull to bring to the clinic because "It had touched the dirty MRT floor". Fug!
The cute receptionists were there again. One of them was having a problem with her computer so I took a look at it. I took a quick look at the hardware and then try a reboot. Everything seemed fined and I told here that. That's when she told me that she wanted to put her hard drive inside but I told her it was impossible because all 8 IDE cables(4 from RAID) had been used by 6 HDDs and 2 DVD/CD-Roms. From what this computer looked like, it looked like my P3 1Ghz Computer. wtf?!
As I was putting the casing back on, I knicked her black stockings just a little. Had a look at the tear and ended up staring at her legs. She noticed me and I looked away sheepishly and mumbled a sorry while the rest of the receptionists there had a good laugh.
**I now recognise her as Mellisa from Whose Line Is It Anyway, the one who's skirt was lifted by Wayne when he carried her to the stage. She isn't exactly pretty. Stupid sub-conscious
Then all of a sudden, I was in a room(in the back of the clinic) with T-Bag, Manche(the fat guy), C-Note, and some other dark dude (Up till now, everyone except T-Bag had been Asian).
Only T-Bag, C-Note and me were talking. What we were talking about I forget(was some plan) but I distinctly remember telling C-Note to remove some chain/bracelet from his pliers because the public would immediate recognise that being from prison (I'm just as WTF?! as you). He was hesitant at first because his daughter had gave it to him (I know it contradicts here. Blame my brain) but eventually he removed it and stuffed it in his pocket.
Anyway, after that, we left the room and I called out again, reminding them that "the thing" was on Thursday.
I went back to the helpdesk and again enquired where the surgeon was. This time, there were only 2 receptionists. Mellisa and some Chinese chick. They were painting each other's nails. I asked them where the surgeon was and the Chinese chick looked around and then mumbled a "er.. coming soon". Mellisa didn't even look up and was still painting the Chinese chick's nails. So I said "Are you sure? What kind of clinic is this! Why do I always have to wait!" (from my previous dream, remember). The Chinese chick was very dismissive and shooed me off with a "Erm, soon.. soon. ok.. bye bye bye..."
So I went to the toilets which were on the right side of the clinic which is where the non emergency patients were at (Was a pretty big clinic. This fictional clinic is located at the void deck of block 141 in Simei). The non-emergency side was like a bank in that the pharmacists/doctors all sat behind a glass panel with a hole cut in the middle. That was when a male receptionist came over and politely chided me for being "so impatient" and I began shouting out stuff about him being cocky and snobbish.
To make matters worst, the non-emergency side was working very efficiently and politely.
After that, I woke up because I had to do a big number 2. You know the kind that you get when you eat chilli late in the night and then go to sleep? Yea. That one. :)
I know it's very boring and anti-climaxic and I'm sorry for that. Promise to blog about something nicer soon. :-)
