Monday, February 06, 2006
of wet hair myths
had such an awful dream last night.she was an apparent hotel thief with two other unrecognisable partners-in-crime. it would've been cool if they had the skills of yamakasi urban ninjas cum spiderman or blaine's magic to avoid being caught.
unfortunately, no.
they were the most amateur lot of thieves. the dream was filled with constant fears of being captured of which they eventually were, of running into dead ends, of hiding in stupidly obvious places, of being cruci/electrified on live wires in public with no one to save her. she remembered hiding under a bed (with skirtings not even long enough for proper camo) and being caught by a little girl who so happened to peek under the damn bed and screamed for her dad. she remembered being chased by hundreds of thai like policemen, running with the other two inept thieves up to the hotel roof spa and pool where they stripped themselves and ran into the shower as "hotel guests". all in all, they were constantly running (probably worked off more than a thousand calories in the dream) and CONSTANTLY on the verge of being apprehended.
blasted thieving skills.
woke up feeling like a truck ran over her. better not sleep with wet hair next time. perhaps this is what the old folks call "tao hong" (crazy in the head), a myth where people go nuts when they sleep with wet hair over a long period of time.
bee wrote this at 8:55 AM
