The Ego Episodes

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I May Be Out of Here Soon - Sunday, Aug. 21, 2005
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Politics. Headache. - Thursday, Aug. 11, 2005
Sentosa Outing 2005 - Wednesday, Aug. 10, 2005

Saturday, Apr. 23, 2005

Weird Dream #433: Scary Movie

(Written in the afternoon of April 22, 2005)

I just woke up from a nap. Had a weird dream. I'm still sleepy typing this ... anyway, in this dream, I went to this house with my friends. It's like one of those horror movies back home when all the teenage cast members go on vacation and somewhere along the way, their car breaks down and they had to spend the night at a big house, which happened to be located just a stone's throw away from where they're standing and which we viewers just KNOW for a fact that it's a haunted house because hello, obvious, and second, we are all-knowing and those kids in the movie are dumb.

So in my dream, I found myself inside the house of a woman whose son, I later learned, died in the house for some reason that I don't think I was told. I don't want to speculate either. Anyway, so some of my "friends" (I really don't think they're one of my friends in real life. They're just dream friends, hence, the quotation marks), wanted to go out and before they left their room, they sort of messed with the stuff stored in the room, like the books.

And, in a totally non sequitur way, I suddenly found myself standing in that room sans "friends", talking to a random stranger lady. She said (as she was re-arranging the things my "friends" trashed), "look underneath the books (picks up a book that looked so much like ... it's my old Scribner-Bantam English dictionary! From 1979??? Wow, I will be replacing you soon, Scribner-Bantam English dictionary. I'll miss you.), if there's blood on it, that means the lady's son has touched it." It doesn't make sense, except that I was thinking, my "friends" had better not offend the lady's son's ghost because something bad might happen to them.

Then the lady (with the dead son) entered the room and told me that my friends shouldn't have messed up the walls near the roof of the house because there's a demon living on the roof and I was all, “Uh, okay.” WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Instead of getting the hell out of there, I opted to be civil and asked her about her son. She then showed me a picture of her son. He's rather innocent-looking. The boy should be about 11. SHE THEN SHOWED ME HIS DEAD SON. YES, THE SON'S GHOST ENTERED THE ROOM WITH A GHOST FRIEND AND I'M SCARING MYSELF JUST TYPING ALL THIS DOWN.

Then the lady wept. I sort of gathered that she's crying over the fact that his son, his sweet, innocent son has been turned into a monster. How did I know that? I looked at her son's ghost and I SAW THE FACE OF SCOTT SAVOL.

I kid you not, it was Scott (hey, rhyme!). Strange, I didn't recognize anybody in my dream, but Scott? I sure did. In my dream, I just sat there and thought, oh ... of course. She should be crying. I'd be crying, too, because nobody's son should turn into a Scott Savol. Sorry, in real life I don't hate SS ... that much, my dream self does.

And his ghost friend? The demon on the roof, of course!

What is this dream all about? Aside from my dictionary telling me that she quits and would I kindly put her out of her misery, I think this is about my plea for Scott to be eliminated from American Idol, because: enough of him already! I never did like him, especially in the pre-top24 phase of the show, where they were grouped in threes and he just stared at his teammates, disgusted, like he thinks he's so good, he doesn't deserve to be associated with these "clowns". Ugh! Could he be more arrogant? I didn't even mention about his criminal record, because his arrogance is enough to merit dislike.

Here's the thing: He's not even that good! He has too much vibrato and rarely hits the notes correctly. And did I mention his attitude? Okay, I've said enough. No matter what I say (or dream), he's still going to outlast Anthony Federov. Well as long as Constantine doesn't win. Ha!

Having said all that, I present to you a proposition:

Who's going to be here in Singapore during the American Idol finale (3rd week of May)? You? Oh great! I was wondering if we could combine forces to organize our very own:
AMERICAN IDOL 4 FINALE PARTY
Yeah! How about that, huh? We'll bring food, drinks, booze -- no? Okay, no booze. We'll work out the details later. If I'm in a good mood, I might even cook for the event. So who's with me?

Note: I had to double post so that I can study distraction-free tomorrow. No, really. Now go on and let me know whether you're coming for the party or not.