LIFE - My Dream - The World Within The Walls
Hello Everyone
These are some of the dreams that I had while serving my prison sentence for cheating crime at Changi Prison in Singapore from 1996 to 2002. Never in my life have I dreamt of such strange dreams.
Thought I share it with you.
Dream One
I was walking along the pavement at the side of a busy main road. Then suddenly out from nowhere a fair skin Malay teenage girl in her school uniform approached me and spoke to me. The girl was in her college uniform and I never met her before in my life.
She said, "'Abang' (Brother) Zul, can you help me?"
"What help?" I replied.
"Please help me. Come with me."
I followed her. We crossed the busy main road and walked toward a residential block apartment. We walked up the stairways to the second floor. There I saw a group of college students and all of them were from the same college. I knew this because they were all wearing similar uniforms. There were about five of them. There were all Malay males and females. Some were sitting down and some were just lying on the floor. They became attentive after they saw me. They were silent and all of them looked at me. I could feel that they were happy, pleased and hopeful. Then the girl who had approached me at the main road spoke to me, standing among her colleagues while the rest of them listened.
"We are all drug addicts. We died as a drug addict. Please help us."
I was so surprised and shocked until I spontaneously said to them, "No! No! How can this be! All of you are smarter than me. How can this be!" I knew I was also feeling a little bit angry with them too as I blurted out that statement but at the same time I felt sympathetic for them. They knew I was angry with them and I saw that they were sort of feeling ashamed of themselves. I felt they should have been smarter than I was because I had only secondary school education and I never got myself involved with narcotic substances in my whole life. Then I said, "Okay, I will help you."
The girl replied, "When you read your books, we want you to read it with your sincere heart and please read them wisely." And then I woke up.
In prison, the books will be your bestfriends.
Dream Two
I was sort like in a fast food chain outlet. Then I saw a group of young Chinese male teenagers with gangster behaviours. They were sitting across a table where I was sitting too. Then I saw a young Caucasian woman. She had short shoulder length blonde hair. She was slimmed and very beautiful. And she spoke to me.
"Okay Joe. Now you have an eye." She had an American accent.
Those young gangsters sitting apposite me were happy when they heard the Caucasian woman said that to me. I knew exactly what the Caucasian woman meant when she spoke to me like that. She would be the communicator for me while I spoke to those guys sitting across me. She was like a mediator for me and those guys were actually trying to ask me to write about their group ideas while they were in the prison.
Dream Three
I was on top a spacious concrete platform. It was as though I was standing in the front entrance of City Hall situated at the Esplanade in Singapore. The City Hall is the Supreme Court of Singapore. I saw a group of Chinese female teenagers walking down the steps in front of me and somehow another I knew specifically that they were a group of young female teenager gangsters. One of them suddenly stopped and turned around to query me. She seemed very happy. She was smiling and laughing together with her friends. They had tattoos on their arms and behind their body. They wore attires like those female gangsters would adorn on themselves.
She turned around and asked me, "What is your name?"
"Zulkifli" I replied.
She smiled at me happily and she chased her friends to continue walking with them.
Dream Four
I was on board a bus. I saw many people inside the bus but none of those passengers were Asians. I saw many buildings as the bus travelled along the road. I did not see my own body nor was I looking through somebody else's eyes. I was like viewing all these from eye level height and I felt like I was floating in the air.
It was night time and there were so many buildings along the road side. It was like those buildings in the United Kingdom similar to those colonial buildings that can be found in Singapore, with greyish concrete block walls patterned according to brick laying standard. I felt fascinated and happy. The bus was travelling through many roads, big and narrow roads, turning here and there, as though I was sightseeing like a tourist. Then I heard a voice spoke to me, " Oh..man, we are about sixty miles from London." It was a male voice and he sounded like an American Black man.
Dream Five
I saw a Black woman. She had short black curly hair. Her face was like those cover girl models of those vogue magazines and she was very beautiful. She was slimmed and I was admiring her beauty. I was like falling in love with her feminine appearance. I looked at her and she smiled at me sweetly to say, "I was a shaman in Africa a long time ago." She had an American accent.
Dream Six
I saw an Indian woman. She has short hair, slimmed and average looking. She was like angry with me.
She said, "Joe, I'm smart too you know."
I did not really know why she was angry with me. Why she spoke to me in that manner. I felt as though she was not happy with me for I had refused to allow her to control me.
I knew who she was. She was formerly a prostitute and she was hanged for murdering her landlord, an Indian woman. She had rented a room from her and one day her landlord found out about her occupation. She was told by her landlord to leave the house. She wanted a revenge and she had planned a plot to murder her landlord with her friends. At the same time, she had promised her accomplices that they could gain something out from it. Her landlord had plenty of gold jewelleries. They were caught and convicted of murder. There were two females charged. Only one female accomplice was sentenced to imprisonment and the other female with the other two male accomplice were sentence to death.
That Indian woman that I saw in my dream was Geraldine, the woman who was hanged.
Dream Seven
In this dream, I was sleeping and then suddenly I woke up. I saw a black figure looking down from above me. It was totally black and it has no face features. It was completely a black phantom. I could not move my body and inside myself I was struggling to free myself. It did not hold me down but I was completely immobile. The black figure raised its right hand and I saw it was holding a paper neatly rolled like those ancient Chinese gold bars shape. I realised it was a hell bank note with a silver square in the middle that the Chinese Taoist would burn for offerings to their decease loved ones in Hereafter. The black figure was trying to force that paper into my mouth. I managed to retaliate and I woke up with a cold sweat.
A few days later, I dreamt of this same black entity. This time it was just sitting nearby my head and it was just looking at me. It had a human mask in its left hand and it used it to cover and uncover its face with that human mask. As it did that, I could hear its voice speaking to me. It was a male voice and he was talking to me through my own mind, as though like telepathy. He spoke to me in English.
"I call myself 'Mask of Mankind'." And then I woke up.
This One Is Not A Dream
This last scene was not a dream so I would term it as a phenomenal experience.
I was sleeping and then I suddenly woke up. I felt cool breeze was going through me and around my body. I was able to move but I was half-asleep and half-awake. The cool breeze felt like the cool air coming out from your refrigerator when you open it. I felt goose pimples all over my skin and then the cool breeze became wild. It became faster in its motion and as the cool breeze continued, then suddenly with a force sensation it went up right through my nostrils. I could feel it because its like you take a short deep breath and my head would jerk backward.
I heard an angry voice. It was a male voice and I knew he was not alone. He sounded like a White man with an Australian accent.
He shouted, "WAKE-UP!" Then I felt the cool breeze forcefully went into my nostrils again.
I opened up my eyes and listened.
"What is your name!" he demanded.
Somehow another I replied in a sleepy tone, "Watson." I said that spontaneously without thinking and it was like auto speech.
"Nobody returns to this place! Nobody reincarnated and returned to this place!" He was very angry and he continued interrogating me.
"Now tell me what is your name!" he shouted.
"Michael Samuel Watson" I replied like an auto speech.
"That is not possible. Nobody leaves this place and later returns to this place Watson." He was crying when he said that and I felt as though he knew a person named Watson in his life. Then he left together with his friends. I went back to sleep and I could still remember that incident very clearly the next morning.
I believed that souls would travel in a group and usually they would band themselves for a new body and a new life. They do not have any physical body and they come together as one group like water being placed in the refrigerator and it became ice.
I have to let all of you know that these dreams are not fabricated to influence your belief in Hereafter or Afterlife. I am just letting you know truly of what I had dreamt off and what I had experience while I was in Changi Prison.
And I really wish all of you happiness in your life.
I thank you for listening.
Sincerely,
Zulkifli Mahmood
These are some of the dreams that I had while serving my prison sentence for cheating crime at Changi Prison in Singapore from 1996 to 2002. Never in my life have I dreamt of such strange dreams.
Thought I share it with you.
Dream One
I was walking along the pavement at the side of a busy main road. Then suddenly out from nowhere a fair skin Malay teenage girl in her school uniform approached me and spoke to me. The girl was in her college uniform and I never met her before in my life.
She said, "'Abang' (Brother) Zul, can you help me?"
"What help?" I replied.
"Please help me. Come with me."
I followed her. We crossed the busy main road and walked toward a residential block apartment. We walked up the stairways to the second floor. There I saw a group of college students and all of them were from the same college. I knew this because they were all wearing similar uniforms. There were about five of them. There were all Malay males and females. Some were sitting down and some were just lying on the floor. They became attentive after they saw me. They were silent and all of them looked at me. I could feel that they were happy, pleased and hopeful. Then the girl who had approached me at the main road spoke to me, standing among her colleagues while the rest of them listened.
"We are all drug addicts. We died as a drug addict. Please help us."
I was so surprised and shocked until I spontaneously said to them, "No! No! How can this be! All of you are smarter than me. How can this be!" I knew I was also feeling a little bit angry with them too as I blurted out that statement but at the same time I felt sympathetic for them. They knew I was angry with them and I saw that they were sort of feeling ashamed of themselves. I felt they should have been smarter than I was because I had only secondary school education and I never got myself involved with narcotic substances in my whole life. Then I said, "Okay, I will help you."
The girl replied, "When you read your books, we want you to read it with your sincere heart and please read them wisely." And then I woke up.
In prison, the books will be your bestfriends.
Dream Two
I was sort like in a fast food chain outlet. Then I saw a group of young Chinese male teenagers with gangster behaviours. They were sitting across a table where I was sitting too. Then I saw a young Caucasian woman. She had short shoulder length blonde hair. She was slimmed and very beautiful. And she spoke to me.
"Okay Joe. Now you have an eye." She had an American accent.
Those young gangsters sitting apposite me were happy when they heard the Caucasian woman said that to me. I knew exactly what the Caucasian woman meant when she spoke to me like that. She would be the communicator for me while I spoke to those guys sitting across me. She was like a mediator for me and those guys were actually trying to ask me to write about their group ideas while they were in the prison.
Dream Three
I was on top a spacious concrete platform. It was as though I was standing in the front entrance of City Hall situated at the Esplanade in Singapore. The City Hall is the Supreme Court of Singapore. I saw a group of Chinese female teenagers walking down the steps in front of me and somehow another I knew specifically that they were a group of young female teenager gangsters. One of them suddenly stopped and turned around to query me. She seemed very happy. She was smiling and laughing together with her friends. They had tattoos on their arms and behind their body. They wore attires like those female gangsters would adorn on themselves.
She turned around and asked me, "What is your name?"
"Zulkifli" I replied.
She smiled at me happily and she chased her friends to continue walking with them.
Dream Four
I was on board a bus. I saw many people inside the bus but none of those passengers were Asians. I saw many buildings as the bus travelled along the road. I did not see my own body nor was I looking through somebody else's eyes. I was like viewing all these from eye level height and I felt like I was floating in the air.
It was night time and there were so many buildings along the road side. It was like those buildings in the United Kingdom similar to those colonial buildings that can be found in Singapore, with greyish concrete block walls patterned according to brick laying standard. I felt fascinated and happy. The bus was travelling through many roads, big and narrow roads, turning here and there, as though I was sightseeing like a tourist. Then I heard a voice spoke to me, " Oh..man, we are about sixty miles from London." It was a male voice and he sounded like an American Black man.
Dream Five
I saw a Black woman. She had short black curly hair. Her face was like those cover girl models of those vogue magazines and she was very beautiful. She was slimmed and I was admiring her beauty. I was like falling in love with her feminine appearance. I looked at her and she smiled at me sweetly to say, "I was a shaman in Africa a long time ago." She had an American accent.
Dream Six
I saw an Indian woman. She has short hair, slimmed and average looking. She was like angry with me.
She said, "Joe, I'm smart too you know."
I did not really know why she was angry with me. Why she spoke to me in that manner. I felt as though she was not happy with me for I had refused to allow her to control me.
I knew who she was. She was formerly a prostitute and she was hanged for murdering her landlord, an Indian woman. She had rented a room from her and one day her landlord found out about her occupation. She was told by her landlord to leave the house. She wanted a revenge and she had planned a plot to murder her landlord with her friends. At the same time, she had promised her accomplices that they could gain something out from it. Her landlord had plenty of gold jewelleries. They were caught and convicted of murder. There were two females charged. Only one female accomplice was sentenced to imprisonment and the other female with the other two male accomplice were sentence to death.
That Indian woman that I saw in my dream was Geraldine, the woman who was hanged.
Dream Seven
In this dream, I was sleeping and then suddenly I woke up. I saw a black figure looking down from above me. It was totally black and it has no face features. It was completely a black phantom. I could not move my body and inside myself I was struggling to free myself. It did not hold me down but I was completely immobile. The black figure raised its right hand and I saw it was holding a paper neatly rolled like those ancient Chinese gold bars shape. I realised it was a hell bank note with a silver square in the middle that the Chinese Taoist would burn for offerings to their decease loved ones in Hereafter. The black figure was trying to force that paper into my mouth. I managed to retaliate and I woke up with a cold sweat.
A few days later, I dreamt of this same black entity. This time it was just sitting nearby my head and it was just looking at me. It had a human mask in its left hand and it used it to cover and uncover its face with that human mask. As it did that, I could hear its voice speaking to me. It was a male voice and he was talking to me through my own mind, as though like telepathy. He spoke to me in English.
"I call myself 'Mask of Mankind'." And then I woke up.
This One Is Not A Dream
This last scene was not a dream so I would term it as a phenomenal experience.
I was sleeping and then I suddenly woke up. I felt cool breeze was going through me and around my body. I was able to move but I was half-asleep and half-awake. The cool breeze felt like the cool air coming out from your refrigerator when you open it. I felt goose pimples all over my skin and then the cool breeze became wild. It became faster in its motion and as the cool breeze continued, then suddenly with a force sensation it went up right through my nostrils. I could feel it because its like you take a short deep breath and my head would jerk backward.
I heard an angry voice. It was a male voice and I knew he was not alone. He sounded like a White man with an Australian accent.
He shouted, "WAKE-UP!" Then I felt the cool breeze forcefully went into my nostrils again.
I opened up my eyes and listened.
"What is your name!" he demanded.
Somehow another I replied in a sleepy tone, "Watson." I said that spontaneously without thinking and it was like auto speech.
"Nobody returns to this place! Nobody reincarnated and returned to this place!" He was very angry and he continued interrogating me.
"Now tell me what is your name!" he shouted.
"Michael Samuel Watson" I replied like an auto speech.
"That is not possible. Nobody leaves this place and later returns to this place Watson." He was crying when he said that and I felt as though he knew a person named Watson in his life. Then he left together with his friends. I went back to sleep and I could still remember that incident very clearly the next morning.
I believed that souls would travel in a group and usually they would band themselves for a new body and a new life. They do not have any physical body and they come together as one group like water being placed in the refrigerator and it became ice.
I have to let all of you know that these dreams are not fabricated to influence your belief in Hereafter or Afterlife. I am just letting you know truly of what I had dreamt off and what I had experience while I was in Changi Prison.
And I really wish all of you happiness in your life.
I thank you for listening.
Sincerely,
Zulkifli Mahmood
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