LIFE - My Dream - The Elephant Man
I dreamt of this in 2001.
I saw a tiny fingure squatting on a wall that divided two lush green gardens. I recognised these gardens for I have seen it while I was living in Bali from 1992 to 1995. These gardens were at Kuta beach front of Bali Resort Hotel.
He seemed to stare at a far distant facing the garden that was situated on the right hand side. Then he saw me and approached me. He was a young White man. He has blonde hair. He had four deep blue eyes. He had a small nose of an elephant snout. There were bristles below his snout. He had a small mouth. He had a small face.
He was so thin and I could see his rib cage bones. He looked dirty and he was only wearing a small white loincloth. He was bare footed.
He looked at me straight in the eyes and likewise I looked at him too. We did not talk. He looked miserable and I was wondering why he was miserable. Then I woke up.
I know this dream make me think of him for a long time for he was actually trying to tell me something that I do not understand. I dreamt of this while I was reading the memoirs of Mahatma Gandhi.
Sincerely,
Zulkifli Mahmood
I saw a tiny fingure squatting on a wall that divided two lush green gardens. I recognised these gardens for I have seen it while I was living in Bali from 1992 to 1995. These gardens were at Kuta beach front of Bali Resort Hotel.
He seemed to stare at a far distant facing the garden that was situated on the right hand side. Then he saw me and approached me. He was a young White man. He has blonde hair. He had four deep blue eyes. He had a small nose of an elephant snout. There were bristles below his snout. He had a small mouth. He had a small face.
He was so thin and I could see his rib cage bones. He looked dirty and he was only wearing a small white loincloth. He was bare footed.
He looked at me straight in the eyes and likewise I looked at him too. We did not talk. He looked miserable and I was wondering why he was miserable. Then I woke up.
I know this dream make me think of him for a long time for he was actually trying to tell me something that I do not understand. I dreamt of this while I was reading the memoirs of Mahatma Gandhi.
Sincerely,
Zulkifli Mahmood
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