Saturday, August 11, 2018


I dreamt that we were lost at the intersection. There were buildings surrounding us and somewhere in the near distance was a famous shopping mall. As we approached the roundabout, the car driver suggested that I look at the map for directions and I could find it in the pocket by the passenger side. When I retrieved it and opened it, it read ‘Mid Valley Ring Road’ at the top of the map. I stumbled for a second because the ‘Mid Valley Ring Road’ I remembered was not the one in front of us.

In the next scene, I applied for a position and surprisingly was accepted. The condition was that I had to collaborate with two Caucasian colleagues. When they found out that I am from Subang Jaya, they asked if I harbored any intention of returning to my hometown or if I was staying back in the country.

We went on a road trip to some place that I don’t recognize and found myself in the direction of the toilets. I’d like to think that it’s because of a number one or number two, but when I arrived at the entrance, I realized that it wasn’t. Outside the entrance were framed drawings of beaches on the walls. Inside, there were multiple dividers made from rattan separating the cubicles.

To be honest, I’m not extremely surprised that I was lost in the dream because my subconscious is a reflection of what my thoughts are. I’m more lost in the waking hours not because I’m confused, but because I’ve seen the true colors of those who I thought carried a genuine personality. Heck, I’m not even sure what the future holds now. To see it being reflected in the dream was nothing surprising.

According to this website, there are different interpretations about dreaming of maps. One of which is that it means I haven’t found my footing after all these years and as a result, I’m not settled with my surroundings. Again, the dream speaks for itself.

As for the car driver, it was someone much older than me. Someone from the previous generation. Someone who I figured would be Papa Carrie, seeing that it’s a male, but let’s just say that it had the aura of a father figure. Seeing that it’s not me who is driving (ironic because I’m not a license holder yet), it might mean that I’ve given up control of my own life. But we’ll see on that.

And for the toilet scene, this is the second time that I have dreamt of toilet cubicles. This website plainly suggests that there is some form of negativity in my life that I want to wash out.

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