I want to come home from tampines. I take a bus 10 from somewhere near the interchange. I don’t remember where exactly I take it, but I wake up on the bus as it aproaches the Summit- which is where the bus would’ve come from if I had taken it from the opposite direction, say from Katong. It was much, much faster than it should’ve been.

For some reason or another, I got off the bus wearing only my underwear- and in fact I think it was briefs rather than boxers, which I haven’t worn in years. I carried all my clothes in a bundle in my arms. I can’t remember what I was wearing. It might have been my JC uniform. I didn’t tap my EZ link card on the way out because my wallet was in my pants pocket. I went home. Barefoot. In my underwear.

It felt like another day, or a long adventure, or something- but I was to take bus 14 to go to somewhere. From my house towards tanah merah. And for some reason the same warp happened again- bus 14 this time appeared

Oh yeah, there’s a Zouk where the petrol station normally is. It looks like a large red American diner. Zouk Lite or something, some subsidiary. When I got up the 14, one of my friends’ ex-girlfriends is sitting in the far back corner of the bus, in her school uniform. I sit next to her, but do not acknowledge her. I’m not sure if she recognizes me. She’s lying back in a very lazy, lethargic way- like pai kia. She’s not wearing any underwear. I try not to look.

I’m late for school or work or something. Bus 14 is supposed to go to tanah merah. Somehow I’m ending up near siglap, where there’s now a zouk. The sun’s about to rise. For some reason, I message one of my female friends about it- another friend’s girlfriend, who I don’t usually talk to. (Ah Diana you read my livejournal- it was you!) She then messages me something about how it’s awesome that the buses now go in different ways and how there’s a Zouk so nearby and something about giving up fencing, which is weird because i don’t usually talk to her, and she doesn’t stay near me, and she’s not into clubbing.

Every single little detail along the way of the entire dream was just so surreal and interesting- all sorts of little juxtapositions that I would never have come up with myself. Almost trippy in terms of curious insight. Hrm.