Understand My Dreams

Dreams singing

I am in the compound of my school's hostel and the night draws fast. a friends asks me to help him sneek in the boarding which i do. two of my colleagues in the compund are setting up tents for the night in preparation for the journey tomorrow as we are escorting and guarding a pretty maiden to her destination. i black out at the boarding and awake in seconds and its already morning. i catch up with my colleagues in the desert but now the atmosphere is thickly dark with shadows and there are a couple of desert men whom we assume to be against us in a distance, my friends each attempt a shot at killing the two with their bow and arrow but the both miss owing to the dark environment and great distance. i urge of them to keep low as we conceal ourselves at the top of a sand dune. we are in commmando uniform in a forest-like village with lots of large shrubs and we are deployed to go and kill the rebels present in the area, we disperse however i somehow get left behind but i note that i have a walkie-talkie. i hurry on and scurry up the sugar-cane grown hills where i am able survey the entire valley. i spot a few scattered rebels and deal with them. running down hill i find i small display of shirts of yellow, green and orange colours like as though they were for sale. it begins to rain rapidly and heavily with a dark sky. i quickly nab in attempt to camouflage myself in the landscape and quickly head into the plantation where i find a couple of my friends who are girls singing one of my favorite songs, i pause before them and they utter out a name of a girl whom they assume am hooked up with. i repeat the name twice in sarcastic denial and enter into small shed created using leaves, i find a certain girl that i admired and begin to slowly caress her as she submissively expresses herself in slow motion and contentment...

I was on top of a hill with my brother and his singing teacher. The hill was roof shaped so it was a sheer edge at each side and covered with green and white shrubbery and brambles. We were on a mini railroad track in small carts on the peak and it seemed to go on forever. The weird thing was that there was a xylophone playing in the background, it sounded like a sort of sinister nursery rhyme tune. The sky was overcast and slightly misty. I could not see what was at the bottom of the as it was misty.

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