Perhaps it was the large sized pizza of yesterday afternoon and bacon cheeseburger of last night that prompted this early morning’s lucid dreams. Earlier in the day, Terminator 2: Judgement day was on Star movies as well–undoubtedly having its own contributions to the Siamerican’s subconcious mind in the reflecting, digesting hours of sleep.
It was one of those dreams that certain talented individuals could turn into a novel, book, and even a movie with the right manipulation of plot and script. Enough wind up?
Crowds of people, including the Siamerican were socializing in a modern building–strangely similar to Bangkok University’s city campus, building number nine, only in an even more urban setting, right across the street from a large Bangkok park such as Lumpini or Jatujak.
There were loads of girls and a few guys socializing and dancing about the coridor and elevators. Some of these girls stuck out–highly fashionable and cosmopolitan in outfit. Something within their eyes suggested that these girls weren’t locals.
Strangely somehow, it was established that these girls were from a future time, as they had somehow jumped back to our time. Their purpose or reasoning was left unclear by the subconscious master painter, and even though the reality had been subtly exposed via gossip and rumors among the crowd, the most beautiful of the sirens–their leader–strained from volunteering any specific information when the the dream’s protagonist confronted her.
Yet, she had no idea what the cold sore on his lip was, pointing out that he had some kind of food substance stuck on his gum. Is it possible that in their time, mouth sores had already been eradicated?
As a protagonist, who wants to be passive and let these sirens control the flow? It was time to find out not so much why these girls were here, but how they got here? And once their channel and technology had been acquired, then it would be time to explore the waves of time…
Wake up time!!!
Well, not quite novel material…yet, but certainly a start, if not just a quick blog reading.