Storybook dream

Gonna have to split up what I wanted to say today into two posts, because I recently catalogued majority of my posts with their rightful labels.

First of which: the dream I've been having.
Its been the exact same dream (with very slight variations) I had for the past two nights, which struck me as very peculiar because I wasn't even pondering about it the day after the first dream.

The dream starts off in my room, at night. The family's outside watching tv/at the computer and everything's normal. I'm in my room with this rugged guy who looked something like a Japanese version of Sirius Black/Ashton Kutcher but leaner. He's trained in Shinjitsu, and apparently trying to help save my life.

He tells me that close to a bit after midnight, somebody is going to break into my room and try to capture me. The guy has orders to bring me to a lair by 5am, and kill nice-shinjitsu-guy by 6am. We prepare for the ambush.

Sure enough, past midnight the windows start rattling and I run to the living room. I hear the bad-guy chasing the good-shinjitsu-guy around the house at Edward Cullen-ish speeds. Bad-guy finds me, and starts throwing darts with poisonous vials attached to them. I freak out, and try to find cover crouching near to the base of the sofa. I thought of myself as very smart because then he'd have to lob them at a trajectory angle, which would give me more time to avoid them because he'd be unable to control the speed at which the darts come down at me, since they're subjected to gravity under free fall.

Suddenly the firing stops, and with a clatter and a rush of wind, the apartment feels emptier. I peer over the edge of the sofa and realise that both good- and bad-guy have vanished, leaving behind only the headband of good-shinjitsu-guy behind. If he had been overpowered, means that he was at the mercy of whoever who wanted to kill him! I was horribly upset and started breaking down.

Just then, another good-guy-friend appeared. He was clad in a dusty brown cape, reminiscent of Dustfinger (from the Inkheart trilogy). He tells me that we have to save good-shinjitsu-guy. I didn't need much convincing, so we plunged out into the darkness of the night and our adventure begins.

Across a street corner, our path ends with a lone lamp post, and we're forced to enter the water. With the apprehension of stepping into unknown depths (akin to what Harry felt when he had to cross the water to get to Voldemort's horcrux in the cave), I steeled myself with resolve and told myself it had to be done, for good-shinjitsu-guy who saved my life. Together with dustfinger-guy, we plunged into the water.

At this point, I remember pressing the ";" key to activate the Stealth skill (that key's what my brother allocated the Stealth skill of his battle mage to hahaha), and I was disillusioned (HP reference) and could breath and see better underwater. It was a ghost city underneath, like those N.Korea ghost towns. Fully lit, but devoid of inhabitation. Creepy, but we soldiered on.

Oh I've yet to mention. When the street ended, we were standing on what looked like the bend before turning into Goodman Road (the walk in from bus 12's stop). We had to swim the whole length of what looked very suspiciously like CCHMS's ornate buildings to reach those towering gates. To be objectively honest, CCHMS was indeed capable of looking menacing at night during those nightwalks.

We reached the gates and we had so little time to spare! It was 4.28am and my heart was pounding really hard. Plan was for this to happen: I give myself up to the mastermind, giving dustfinger-guy enough time to snoop around and rescue good-shinjitsu-guy.

I surfaced, and revealed myself. I was brought to the mastermind, who now on hindsight, really reminded me of Galbatorix-Basta (inkheart again). At this point it was somewhat like good vs evil of Harry vs Voldemort. Red vs Green. Light vs Dark. Eragon vs Galbatorix.

Climax of the story (which I am really quite ashamed to reveal, but I should to preserve the integrity of the tale): I was such a coward. I wanted to preserve my life, so I gave in to the wishes of Basta-mastermind. I became his puppet on strings. I told myself it was to buy more time for dustfinger-guy to save good-shinjitsu-guy, but deep down I knew it was really done to save my life. Why, am I really so cowardly?????????? :(