I dreamt about men, but I don't swing that way.

So last night, I backpacked to Thailand alone in my #dream. It was some semi-rural area. I was convinced to hop on a cab, or somebody offering me a ride to somewhere else.

As we drove along the dilapidated buildings, he started driving into a series of tunnels that looked like storm drains. He spoke close to my ear, as if to try and hypnotise me. I started feeling drowsy (within the dream) but held on.

We drove past an exit from the canal as I noticed some sunlight. I struggled a bit and snapped out of the daze, promptly asking him to turn out and drop me off. Reluctantly, he did.

I hopped off and ran towards the group of people I saw. As he chased after me, I yelled for help and the people ran over. I thanked them and made friends with this group of... college students?

They were gymnasts. And... so was I it seemed. There was one guy doing a sport "quartise" and another doing "quartoise", to which I replied I did both. And they were really fit and beefy.

Why did I dream about strange men whispering into my ear and hunky men? #fml

Another cocktail full of old memories...

I was part of a group of guys, not exactly just friends, not yet a gang in this #dream. We approached this abandoned building to talk with another group. It was about money. They had setup a gathering area for themselves, a partitioned area within this empty floor, like a small factory floor. The leader of my entourage spoke to them (not sure what the conversation was about) and we left.

I appeared in my secondary school as I exit. The previous building was somehow beside it. My car was parked outside the science block (where the laboratories were) but I did not use it. Instead, I took off on my BMX. I rode past this gray Toyota Rush with Clarence inside. He was with some lady in his vehicle and didn't notice me.

I left the school compound and rode off in a dash. As I turned on to the huge bend at the T-junction, outside the entrance to the building where Best Denki was, I noticed an indian collapsed on the road. I braked to investigate. Another indian uncle came over as well. I motioned for him to shake the guy while I dug for my phone. Before I could finish dialling 999, the guy recovered and replied he was going some place. Everything faded at this point.

The post-credits scene: I was in TP. Some minister gave a lengthy speech and mentioned some lame tagline about "Do some study style, not to play style". Vague recollection only. I'm sure Fabian had a hand in this one.

Working dream and/or spirit-walking boss?

Last night's #dream was simple. I was being questioned by my boss at work. He was asking why had I not responded to a company-wide email for some short online training course. My response was that I'd do so right away.

At least I *think* it was a dream... and yes, this means either I dreamt about him, or he spirit-walked to me. #fml

Post apocalyptic movie blender. But why did it have to be zombies?

In last night's episode, it turned out to be a zombie movie.

In the #dream, scene 1 took place at a fenced up immigration queue sort of strategic location. The remaining humans were checking through newcomers for infections, supervised by none other than... Horatio Caine with his trademark hands-on-hip stance. We were attacked by a mob of slow moving zombies and had to retreat.

We pulled back to some sort of a dock. This counted as scene 2 I guess. The city resembles some US metropolitan, partially submerged in water. The water was covered in algae and we were all in watercrafts. A human personnel accidentally fell into the water, and failed to resurface.

It seems nobody expected the person to return as there were creatures in the water. Enter the Hulk. Yes. The Hulk was with us humans. He dived in for an attack, as we all noticed the creature that sealed the fate of our comrade who fell in.

One of us humans noticed we were under attack once again. This time by some wall-climbing creatures that look a bit like the Chitauri (from Avengers). They were jumping on to the sides of the buildings as they gained on us. On the ground were leapers (Diablo 3, Act 1). Once again, we had to flee.

I recall waking up briefly, and returned to continue the scenario.

Oh wow there's actually a scene 3 which I managed to retain. So now I was on a helicopter-type aircraft heading upwards. Turned out I reached a ceiling, concluding that the whole area was under some sort of dome. I climbed into the tight compartment as gravity seemed to not make sense any more. I navigated the confined space of a maze with seemingly no proper sense of gravity, something out of The Labryinth and/or Escher's Relativity.