My encounter with Mr. Virgin
Ok, this was my dream for today. Quirky I'd say.
I was at a beach resort that kinda thing. Sipping away our coconuts out of the whole in tiny straws not forgetting the lil umbrellas. Playing the day away. I was there as my dad had a friend who was throwing a party. Invitee's dress code? Sandals, jandals and a whole lotta love handles (I threw this part in to make it more interesting)
So yeah, white sand, lotsa drinks and a whole lotta fun in the sun. And there was this river leading to the sea just where we were partying. I swear I remember seeing salmons jumping out and in, up and down from the river leading to the sea, just like how they do when mating in the natural world by swimming upstream to do their stuff and die there. So a whole generation cycle dies and a whole new generation will spruce. Ok, I got carried away with that, enough of the salmons and back to the unusual dream.
So there were a lot of important people around. But one which stood out to me was this guy who was dressed 'beachy' or 'islandy' with em' floral printed shirts, a pair of shorts and a drink in the hand. And it was none other than Sir Richard Branson! Oh man, this is one dude I look highly upon as he's my idol in many many ways. So yeah, so there he was. And there I was. In my dream I didn't take it a big deal that he was there. Everyone was just having a ball without the whole status, class, big shot, big kahuna kinda discrimination.
Don't ask me why? But I was jumping across the river and it looked exactly like a huge uncovered drain (for those who are from Malaysia, there isn't any need for imagining too hard here, it's called a monsoon drain!). Where was I? Ok, so there I was jumping across the ditch and barely just making it a few times. And Richard Branson took a look at what I was doing and he yelled out to me
And Richard went
And so we then took turns to jump across... and the story goes on... la di da and la di da. Of course, this being my dream, I won the challenge! Everybody was clapping, chanting, cheering and sounding... and so did my alarm clock. And I woke up all alert about my weird dream and surprisingly enough, I had remembered bit and pieces of it clearly till now after 8 hours of work, it's still fresh from the freezer. Just as I was driving to work, I was just thinking what has this dream of mine got to spell out for my day. What I make out of it and was it a sign from someone, somewhere? Don't mind me, I like to intepret my dreams and try and make out what hints and answers is there for me to decode. And in the case of this dream I had, I had found and gathered enough details to sum up in one word.
Yes indeed, homesick enough to dream of such a well laid out story of Sir Richard Branson challenging me into a wager for a flight and which he owns an airline company. Now, if you guys are actually paying attention to my story full heartedly, you'd asked me the following
Yea! In your dreams is what I'd say!
I was at a beach resort that kinda thing. Sipping away our coconuts out of the whole in tiny straws not forgetting the lil umbrellas. Playing the day away. I was there as my dad had a friend who was throwing a party. Invitee's dress code? Sandals, jandals and a whole lotta love handles (I threw this part in to make it more interesting)
So yeah, white sand, lotsa drinks and a whole lotta fun in the sun. And there was this river leading to the sea just where we were partying. I swear I remember seeing salmons jumping out and in, up and down from the river leading to the sea, just like how they do when mating in the natural world by swimming upstream to do their stuff and die there. So a whole generation cycle dies and a whole new generation will spruce. Ok, I got carried away with that, enough of the salmons and back to the unusual dream.
So there were a lot of important people around. But one which stood out to me was this guy who was dressed 'beachy' or 'islandy' with em' floral printed shirts, a pair of shorts and a drink in the hand. And it was none other than Sir Richard Branson! Oh man, this is one dude I look highly upon as he's my idol in many many ways. So yeah, so there he was. And there I was. In my dream I didn't take it a big deal that he was there. Everyone was just having a ball without the whole status, class, big shot, big kahuna kinda discrimination.
Don't ask me why? But I was jumping across the river and it looked exactly like a huge uncovered drain (for those who are from Malaysia, there isn't any need for imagining too hard here, it's called a monsoon drain!). Where was I? Ok, so there I was jumping across the ditch and barely just making it a few times. And Richard Branson took a look at what I was doing and he yelled out to me
"hey, I bet I could do that as well!".And along came all the doubts from his friends saying the following
"c'mon Richard, we know you like to challenge and push yourself to the limits, but you don't have to prove yourself with this".And another person exclaimed
"Yea, you've been up in thousands of feet in a hot air balloon, what's this gonna prove?"
And Richard went
"I bet I could jump this ditch better than this kid here."And so there I was, just silent and all cool about things. Without a fear and least to say, there wasn't any hint of intimidation at all. But being me, I knew this guy can put his money on where his mouth is and just to make things a little bit interesting, I said "Ok, how about some wager on this challenge sir?" And Richard said
"Hell! Why not? Just for a kicks of it, what do you have in mind lad?And so I replied ...
"how about a flight to Malaysia, Mr. Virgin?"
And so we then took turns to jump across... and the story goes on... la di da and la di da. Of course, this being my dream, I won the challenge! Everybody was clapping, chanting, cheering and sounding... and so did my alarm clock. And I woke up all alert about my weird dream and surprisingly enough, I had remembered bit and pieces of it clearly till now after 8 hours of work, it's still fresh from the freezer. Just as I was driving to work, I was just thinking what has this dream of mine got to spell out for my day. What I make out of it and was it a sign from someone, somewhere? Don't mind me, I like to intepret my dreams and try and make out what hints and answers is there for me to decode. And in the case of this dream I had, I had found and gathered enough details to sum up in one word.
'Homesick!'
Yes indeed, homesick enough to dream of such a well laid out story of Sir Richard Branson challenging me into a wager for a flight and which he owns an airline company. Now, if you guys are actually paying attention to my story full heartedly, you'd asked me the following
"David, how come you did not bet for a can of cola?"
Yea! In your dreams is what I'd say!
