Opinion: Madam Zorra Wanted!

Gy has been in a dither these past few weeks. In the wee hours of the morning, a pitch black thundercloud would have already formed above her. Muttering curses that would make Dirty Harry blush, she'd grumpily stomp around the house. If we stayed in the Netherlands, the amount of stomping Gy makes would have sunk our house at least half a foot.

Reason is: I apparently snore like a bulldozer symphony. I can either deny it, as there's no proof, or I can blame it on my modest weight gain. But for peace and harmony to prevail, I accept that I'm at fault (though there's no proof). Hmm... how these two introductory paragraphs lead to the actual contents of my article, I've yet to figure out.

One morning I woke up bleary-eyed, hurling expletives at my beeping handphone. I was in that state of non-sleep non-awake-ness. That limbo between deep slumber and perky alertness. I just remembered that I was actually riding on a camel in Jalan Sultan Ismail (near the Concorde-Hard Rock Area) trying to tell my Mom (who should be at the end of my camel-ride destination) that she forgot something (like the clothes were still outside when it was starting to drizzle - though not along Jalan Sultan Ismail). That felt like a split moment ago. I could still feel the boing boing movement on the camel. Stupid phone. I would have liked to see how this nail-biting adventure ended.

Which brings me to dreams. Some dreams I can recall vividly, some just tend to stay at the corners of my mind - I can remember, but just barely. Some dreams are so fun I'd will myself to dream them once more, usually a futile thing to do. When I was a kid (back when Michael Bay was smoking pot in high school), I had this awesome dream - I was actually Bumblebee (yeah, the Transformers)! The feel of my arms transforming into wheels and speeding off after the Autobots gang is still fresh. But I was more of a 1960's Volkswagon than a cool sportscar. I so badly wanted to dream it again... but that second time never came.

Then there was the time when I dreamt that the floor beneath my bed crumbled away, as my bed fell into the chasm below. Strong currents of water forced my bed ahead in what seemed like an underground river. The speck of light got smaller and smaller, and I screamed my voice hoarse trying to wake my parents up. I knew the river took me someplace magical, but now I cannot recall.

In secondary school, I had to wake up quite early, about 5.30 am, as I needed to catch the bus to Medan Kidd. So I paid for lost sleep dearly whenever I burnt the midnight oil. When my mom woke me up, I'd sometimes dream that I actually woke up, brushed my teeth, bathed and changed. When my mom woke me up for the second time, I'd be like totally surprised that I didn't wake up earlier, as I thought I did! Now this was a recurrent thingy, which pretty much lasted the whole time I was schooling.

My nightmare of nightmares (which still haunt me still) is about STPM in a few weeks' time, and I have not studied a single page. I'd be asking myself, how am I gonna pass Matematik Tulen, or can I even answer questions on Kimia Tak Organik? Even now, I'd sometimes wake up with my hand clutched to my heart. Yeah, that's pathetic...

Or the falling off the building dream, where I'd wake up spread-eagle with heavy breathing and a racing heart.

Man, how did a snoring tale end up with dreaming? See you in Tel'aran'rhiod.