No day is a salad day. I wish I had dreams you can comprehend better but the underlying reasons for its surreal quality is unknown to myself even..I was in a shophouse perhaps one abandoned, one can hardly not acknowledge its state of disrepair, my family was waiting at the car, outside. I was in the washroom, of this shophouse, to wear my contact lenses. I was also walking around topless and random strangers looked in through windows and all I had was a small pathetic towel which I put to good use(of course) The strangers were larger than life, with half their faces filling up each window glass. Peering, half squinting, into a dollhouse? and I shan't bother to decipher what that means. And then, I was facing my own reflection, there were grime spots on the glass. Fished my lens case from my pocket, and then my left lens out of the case. My left lens unfurled, it unfurled into this enormity of a butterfly resembling an intricate 3D model of satin ribbons. And without flinching a bit I held the butterfly between my forefinger and thumb, and tried to fit it into my eye. The thought: 'It is possible, but I've forgotten how.' was ringing in my head.
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(The right lens was normal-sized, and lens-like.)
And all was actually wholly forgotten! Do you hate forgetting dreams like I do? I was at the sink wearing my contact lenses this thursday afternoon when it all came back. It seemed like something special. Butterfly tamed by two fingers, to be forcibly fit into my left eye. If I could paint, I'd paint it. :)
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