The Beauty Of Metallic Symphony

September 25, 2010

A dream

I just happened to have a peculiar dream. As stated by non-metaphysical individuals, dreams will never happen unless if the scenario is like something happened now, after when it happened or thought to happen in the past. You cannot call this deja vu.

My dream sounds very unusual. I also cannot describe whether it was an ordinary, escape-reality kind of dream, or was it supposed to be sweet. It involves me, of course. But rather than as a teenager, I wasn't human, magic also seemed and felt true in this world. I recall something to do with trying to master some weird technique, maybe like shooting flames from both my palms. But it was always failing, I couldn't properly 'shoot' these flames. Other people kept mentioning that this technique is called "Fire Naegor" or something like that. They knew nothing, so they stared at me.

It felt real: I was really tired and I even recall lying on the floor, palms on the floor trying to push myself up, sweat was dripping from me.

Just when I was about to lose hope, someone approached. Straight away, I could instantly decipher the identity: SHE stood confident and her expression was friendly and welcoming. Black and red, average height and slim figure. While this doesn't compliment her present state at all, I knew it was just a dream, so I should just accept it in my wake-up life.

"I... ..." I mumbled, given that my face was down and sweaty, hard and sorrow of failure. I felt shame as I was unable to present strength in front of the person I liked in real-life.

Without a word, she clenched her hand around mine, while I was struggling to get myself back to my feet, and pulled me up. In the process, I actually felt her hand. It was soft and tender, it felt really... encouraging. After my ass finally stopped resting on the ground, she already disappeared into the school. I tried as how she advised. In the end, I was able to create a huge stream of crimson flame which, sadly, hit a HDB flat and scorched it into ashes. People saw my power, and instead of staring at me, cheered and applauded.

It was then that I woke up.

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