What’s in a dream?
I've been having some really odd dreams lately. Ok, not odd, since I always have odd dreams, but odd as in there's repetitive elements in ALL my current dreams.
Somewhere floating in there are either sharks or crocs. There is always a situation where I'd need to cross something, but under the waters, crocs are lurking, ready to chomp on me. One particular scenario I had was of me needing to travel downstream a river, and I only had this log thing as a raft. My legs would be dangling in the water, and I'm acutely aware of reptilian eyes regarding me, before silently slipping underneath the water into the murky depths, just biding its time to ambush me.
Another that I very vividly remember is of a large dam; the modern ones with the concrete and reinforcements and everything. There was a rogue shark trapped in the river, and it was heading straight for the dam. It was a gigantic shark, blue-grey armed with serrated teeth that could easily tear through flesh and bone. I was in a room in the dam, and I could see it, this monster of a shark, as it rammed through the concrete. Its head was larger than my entire body, and as it burst through, the teeth catches my side and I fall to the ground, with my left limbs torn off.
Yea. I get all the fun dreams 
It’s a cultural thing
Don't react. Don't scream. Don't run. Just walk away. Ignore it. And most important of all, don't draw other people's attention towards it.
Because you don't want to draw its attention towards you.
This is why in one of my previous posts, Eh? Feet?, I just sat there and watched in stunned silence while half of my mind was furiously thinking of all the reasons why someone would be slooooowly walking into the toilet barefoot. The other half was remaining calm and calculating, right up till the point where I'd be in broad daylight in a crowd of people when it'll finally be safe to go ballistic.
Safe, you say?
It's a cultural thing. I think I've mentioned somewhere that the existence of the supernatural is practically a given in Brunei, and one of the very first things my parents had taught me was the golden rule; Don't draw their attention.
They were never specific about what would happen though, but I suppose they didn't need to. Some things are better left unsaid.
It's not a Bruneian thing either. Ash commented on the same thing. When he was in the army and his team were being led through the jungle in the middle of the night, they were told "Shine your torches on the ground, not on the trees. If you happen to do it... and if you see a face in the tree... don't say anything and don't tell anyone."
Again, they didn't say what would happen if you did but hey. Imagination is a wonderful thing isn't it?
Has there been any instances where this rule was broken? Definitely. I've done it myself, once.
Eh? Feet?
And I'm being utterly serious about this. Why feet? And why is it passing so close to my stall door?
This happened a few weeks ago. My dad spontaneously decided that the entire family should play badminton at least once a week so that particular friday we bundled into our station wagon and headed off.
Our destination? This strange sports club right smack in the middle of no where.
Picture this. After driving on the highway for a good 20 minutes, enjoying the serene view of Brunei Bay bordered by virgin forest, you turn off into a small road, and into a smaller road that looks like it should be dirt and gravel. You pass some houses that have small patches of herb/vegetable gardens, and small orchids. There may even be children hanging by the roadside, manning crude wooden stalls offering these home-grown products.
And once you go past those, you continue down a winding road and finally, finally, you come upon a hill. A rather large sign announces in proud tiled splendor that this is a sports club, and you pass the gates and into the parking lot.
Here's where it gets interesting.
Strange looking man?
Just a short spooky story I'd like to share with you all, told by my friend concerning her cousin.
Like me, her cousin was born with the ability to see things, though being young and all his 'vision' is a lot stronger. So.
She was visiting her cousins overseas in Malaysia, and one day when they were walking down the street he paused in mid-step.
"What's wrong?" she asked him.
"There's a man. He looks... funny" came his puzzled answer.
"Funny?"
And he cocked his head to the side, in that manner that all young children do when pondering something, and innocently said, "Ya. Funny."
"Why funny?" now my friend was looking around trying to spot this 'funny' man.
"It's strange. He doesn't have a head."
Haunted Dreams and Silent Watches
Well, that lady I've been seeing on the staircase seems to have scared all the little spirits in the house; I haven't heard a peep from them for quite some time now. And as strange as this may sound, I hope they're alright. (Want to know what I'm talking about? Click right here!)
It's also a bit disturbing the last time I saw her a few months back. I had been making my Holy Sundae at around about 11 night time when I spotted her in the reflection of the kitchen window. Very clear, but from the prickling on my back I knew she wasn't, and because there's a lack in my vocabulary save for the really dramatic words, human.
In Bruneian folklore, we call them "Makhluk halus", meaning those who are unseen.