Inception gave me goosebumps, I'm sure its not the air-con in the theatres, but the intricate plot crafted by the playwrighter, producer and the director. Its absurd and bold, how the line between dreams and reality are blurred. Anyting could happen in a dream, which makes the whole thing even more real. All the ridiculous change in the landscape and people. It is impactful for me, because I believe the mind is a really powerful thing, and the whole subconscious talk in the movie hit me. Some things are merely ideas planted in our heads. Once an idea is set in our heads, what we see next will be changed drastically. Its like how we walk into a room relaxed, seeing just a room. But if someone tells you before, that this room is actually haunted. That sentence and that idea stays in your mind, and you will never walk into that room relaxed again. This is how powerful an idea is, it changes lives. Which is why revelations change lives. The sudden realisation of something unlocks a certain part of you to see the world differently. Also how people facing depression stays in that labyrinth until a door opens to the light. Nothing really changes in their environment or to them, its just that sudden snap in the head, for better or for the worst.
Dreams are really scary for me. It reflects your subconscious mind they say, and probably its why I'm still always dreaming of being locked up, or being chased after, or falling. Still waiting for that snap in my head. Its been so long, but the images still stay so vivid in my head.
About going home, It's something mundane. But in a long while, it was the first time I literally shook in fear. I was trembling so hard it took me so long just to remove my heels. The first wave of fear that hit me was on the cab while the clock ticked away, and the cab uncle making rounds and rounds trying to find the way. I was 1 hour late from my curfew. The second wave of fear, and the one that really sent me into frenzy was the "mad man" who lives upstairs. I saw him lurking around from afar, and looking towards my direction. I knew he saw me, and he was already walking towards me. I just sprinted to the lift lobby and jamming the lift button. It was a race with time. Don't ask me what will happen if he managed to catch up because I don't want to know. The first encounter was pretty close too. He was chasing after me, I ran and ran and God sent my classmate to my eyes. It was only when I screamed for my friend's name then he realised I wasn't alone. Thank God. Many other times I see him lurking at the LRT station for no reason. But when he saw me, he would walk in my direction. I would usually call my dad to come down if he was around. Or i would wait at the busstop for a while, hoping he would loiter somewhere else. I could see something in his eyes and through his behaviour, that makes me weary of him. Call me paranoid, but a mad man with a good heart is still mad, we never know when something strikes them, and they break into frenzy. Once he was mumbling to himself wanting to beat us up, but there was a crowd there so I suppose he couldn't get what he wanted. Its been years already, all these running away, taking detours. Many residents wanted something to be done, but their family couldn't bear to send him off to the asylum. Which family would? I don't blame them for not doing that, but that does not keep me from fearing him. Its really sad to see him using his shoe to call his friends. Wonder what goes on in their world...?
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