i dreamt again. of elijah wood. again. so this time, i'm like going to this big fat party thing. the place is big and gold, like the lobby of grand hyatt tokyo (i was there once upon a time). all shiny, in your face and un-nice for your eyes. and i remember going with wongsiu (alison, whatever) and someone else, dunno who.

there were these corridors with lots of corners and turns at the back of the party place. we spent most of our time there, for air and for normal, non metalic coloured walls.

and there i saw him. purple shirt complete with matching purple flower choker. a big fake flower, the stuff they sold everywhere a few seasons ago. the choker bit was a see-through, purple ribbon. elijah wood - gay icon extraordinaire. so in this skanky back alley of my glamourous dreamworld, he kissed me. and the wierd thing about making out in the dreamland of lok is that i was one metre away from myself, watching, then the next moment, i was back in myself again. kinda like in film, where you have the narrative camera and then the shot from the character's POV. i watch too much TV. then he ran away to hide from his LA debutante girlfriend who held this party and most probably made him wear this outfit. so i was pretty much psyched for the rest of my dream, but more to come.

wongsiu had a headache, and we went to this supermarket conveniently in the same building. there were rows of trolleys outside and i was leaning on them, talking to the mysterious friend, while wongsiu was getting something non-paracetamol (cos she's allergic to that which i cannot spell). she was there for ages, debating with the man at the counter about how much she should buy.

next thing i remember, i was staying in the hotel. their were these strangers sitting in the various chairs in my room, watching early-hour-television. then, i went to my mum's room, and she gave me this japanese sword, the type made of wood, or bamboo, whatever. she showed me these flashy moves and i took it back to my room. by then, i think, the strangers have gone.

the next morning, i was standing outside the hotel, where i waved goodbye to buffy, dawn, angel and riley, who were probably invited to the party as well and were now leaving for a training camp. they piled into buffy's car - a little red citroen (dunno why, didnt see a badge, just knew). there was no boot space, so dawn had to hug this big bag in her passenger's seat and angel and riley pulled japanese swords and other bags into the back seats with them. buffy drove. i watched them as they pulled away, and told dawn that her bag was sticking out of the window. she pulled it back in.

and yeah, i know that buffy doesnt have and little red citroen and she doesn't (like to) drive.

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