I notice
that most of my bad dreams happened when I slept over my arm(s), or when it is
too cold. I think those were the reasons why I had it last night. But as usual,
when I recall the bad dream, I can’t help saying that they’re all somehow the
resultant of what I had been through, or watched, or thought.
The building
is like a school building. There are two or more ‘classrooms’ in it, like my
primary school building, with the wooden triplex
doors and high nako windows. It has half
cemented floor, holes here and there, but clean and well moped. Sunshine
outside lightened the rooms. I forgot to check the sky’s colour.
I saw mbak Y in the other room, had some chit
chats with her about..well I think I congratulated her for something. She laughed
and said thank you, and after that I said I’d go to the next room, which seems
like a classroom of mine. It is exactly next to mbak Y room. I saw my friends there, E, L, B, and some more people,
mostly from Y City. They seemed to get prepare for something. Then I suddenly
saw T, a good friend from back home. I said hi to her and joking around about
how we could meet again here. Some other people came too. They brought
something in. It was a cadaver! The body looked like an old man’s, a bit bald
and skinny. Eyes closed and looked like other normal dead body I saw in the
funerals. He looked so much like mbak
Re’s husband, wearing black or grey suites like common men back in my hometown when
they die and lied in a coffin like this. I had no feeling when I saw the body, I
mean, I did not feel sad or pain. I didn’t have any connection with him I
reckoned.
Then I started
to hear people talked. Mumbled. That the body was transported from far away. Europe
perhaps (I guess, because mbak Re’s
husband is a Caucasian and he looked so much like him). Eastern Europe region. To
be exact: Transylvania, Romania. Now you must be able to guess what’s the story
was all about. Yes, Dracula. Count Dracula. He was Count Dracula.
Now Dracula’s
corpse was prepared at the stage. Yes, stage. That was odd because it is a
normal classroom without a stage. But let me tell you why. After I was that it’s
Dracula, I felt like I must get some fresh air so I asked my friend that I was
not comfortable and would get out of the room to get some drinks. I went to a
canteen, sort of. I talked to people there that I was not interested to see the
Dracula show or whatever it is with the dead body as the centre of attention. But
they said I must because it will be different than the show I saw last year
(seemed like it’s an annual show, gosh!).
When I got
back, the room setting was altered. The building was altered. It became a large
single room building. A kind of
auditorium. With rows of chairs and hallways. It’s a mix between cinema and
church. Red carpeted and the chairs are set in the setting of curved lines,
which centre is the stage. Dracula was there. And I saw that the room was full
of people, mumbled and whispered among them. I knew some familiar faces. Ladies.
Tante O, M etc, they are my neighbors
back home. I guess I even heard choirs sang in the background.
I came in,
smiled to those I knew, and looking for a seat. I found one vacant seat near
LM. She pssst-ed me to come and sit near her. Apparently, she was eating
something. Mango, with bright red chilies and salt. She offered me some, and I said
thank you.
So I sat
beside her and started to see what happened in front of the stage. People seemed
to be silent. And then……Count Dracula rose from his death and looking around to
the crowd. People started to say whoaaaaa…. I was afraid, this was the part of the
show that I did not like. I started to
wonder, this scene seems familiar. This was the scene from Nosferatu, a Dracula
black and white movie I watched last year in Auditorium TIM with a friend, where
Batavia Madrigal Choir sang beautiful compositions. Yes, it’s Nosferatu. But it
was worse because it was not a movie. It was a real time show. My goodness, I must
run from this creepy reality show! So is started to stand and prepared to walk
out of the auditorium. But then I felt my arms were sore. I didn’t feel any
blood flow or sensed anything at all. My legs were sore too. And it was cold…my
body was getting colder. I said aarghhh….run run run…
And I woke
up. And I saw that I slept with my right arm under my body, which stopped the
blood flowed, and folded leg, and the aircon was too cold I almost trembled. So
there I was.
I typed
this while the memory was fresh. It is 6 AM something in the morning and I am
typing this post while the visuals are still fresh on my mind. It is a bit
unusual that I woke this early. But what else can be more unusual than this dream
anyway?
I made
myself a cup of mint tea. I needed it badly to calm myself down.
