[This is the second part of the two-part series. To read the first part, click here.]

What I stepped into was a world beyond recognition – it was strange and otherworldly. I was floating in the air with the misty wind moving all around me. I could feel that there were others just like me but just outside my peripheral vision at every turn of my head. It’s like being sucked into a world that was sort of Tim Burton-esque in all its fantastical glory. I was floating in a patch of land that seemed to be elevated by a sea of clouds. A few distances away, I could see a cascading waterfall with the water dropping off to a bottomless pit. Across it were vines growing in total abandonment as it made its way towards some funny looking trees resembling the kind found in exotic Socotra. I was spellbound.

But to add another layer of weirdness was that there was a complete absence of noise, sound, or perhaps even, music. Ever thought how intriguing it can be when you can actually bring your senses forward when you’re under a dream state, of course, with the exception of your tactile and olfactory senses? I’ve always thought it to be rather bizarre that I can still feel, see, hear and say something in that dream state when, after all, you are in deep sleep. But at that point in time, I was missing the hearing part or, yet, the absence of it.


As all dreams often are, they normally don’t make sense. Maybe they served as a reflection of your waking state of how exhausted you are from what you were doing and how badly you needed the rest. Maybe they don’t. And, in that particular dream, all I was doing was just roam aimlessly around that mystical environment – enjoying the sight of the waterfall, the sea of clouds underneath, the intertwining vines and the funny trees.

Before I know it, I started falling off the bottomless pit and I could sense my body was moving uncontrollably. My arms were spread out in the air hoping to grab something to keep me from falling further. I was screaming like mad minus the sound of my voice. All of a sudden, I was taken back to reality. It turned out – I had fallen off the bed with half of my blanket held tightly in my hands and the other half tucked in on top of the bed.

I was awake but didn’t have the strength to get up just yet. I opened my eyes and kept thinking what the dream was about. I replayed it over and over in my head about what it meant. But unfortunately, I didn’t reach any conclusion whatsoever. Then I realized something… there was melody in the air. A song was playing. I also realized… I can hear the music playing. Thank God – everything’s back to normal! Phew!

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Photos via HDW, michaelpickard