Folly of an Intelligent World

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Dream Scapes

Some say dreams are unconscious (creative) representations of your conscious thoughts. 

Others say dreams are signs or fore-sights of what might happen.

Yet others say dreams are the opposite of your real life.

Whatever they are, dreams are fascinating wonders.

Some dreams just appear to be so coherent and real that you wake up rather shaken.

This section compiles such dreams of mine.

(Best read with nonjudgmental mind; Any similarity is unknown)

Midnight - Dawn 17 Sep 2014
A long coherent dream occur, following is a sniplet:

I find myself in a mixed-ages classroom in a foreign land (from the text I read and the language I hear). All is well until the teacher asks us to do some homework to be submitted the following week. She poses the question to me, "Are you going to do it?". I find myself replying, "I am returning next week." So I must be here for a study/cultural exchange trip. 

Just then a tall and rather suave looking chap stands up. He draws out a long sword from no-where and starts challenging me. I refuse and he starts slashing 3 young classmates (around 5 years old) who then vaporize and vanish. 

I stand up and out of no-where draw out a long sword. We exchange a few strokes till he finally retreats. 

"That is called fencing." A young voice drifts in from the other side of the classroom door. The 3 slain children walk in. I reckon they must be coming back in spirit.

We chat awhile. I feel glad to see them again. Just as I keep my sword, I feel a sharp pain in my left waist. I look down and am greeted by the wide grin of one of the children, inserting a dagger where the pain is.

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