Dream Team
In a dream one night, there was a blurred vision of a swarm of butterflies zooming in from a distance, which then gradually transformed into hundreds of agitated moths approaching rapidly towards my face.
Up close, these deadly looking moths turned out to be miniature airborne stainless steel razor sharp surgical scalpels with minute wings rapidly flapping, propelling them forward.
Just like miniature attack helicopters, they were mounted on and operated by tiny animated angioplasty, stents, which
These pilots were strapped with little backpacks which had unreadable labels sewed onto them. The entire event seemed as if it was a scene from a digitally animated cartoon
Meanwhile, my mouth was frothing from being forcibly kept open by a nickel plated dental contraption making my oral cavity the passage for these little mounted metallic winged vermins to fly in.
These daredevils critters whisked through my congested oesophagus, with a flight plan to rendezvous at an unannounced locale within my anatomy.
A half-hour later, these tiny infuriating drones flew out of my severely traumatised gob carrying their little backpacks filled with an obnoxious bloodstained yellowish jelly-like
They looked like an army that went into battle inside my body but came away not totally triumphant.
The combatants sustained casualties as some of the winged scalpels returned without their pilot stents, which meant that they went down fighting bravely and were now buried inside me.
Just before they flew away into oblivion like how they came in, I managed to get a glimpse of the writings on their backpacks.
It was now clearly visible because now they were filled with the despicable matter earlier.
The display of those very words almost gave me a heart attack as it read IJN.DREAM TEAM.
The acronym which was in the Malay which meant that it was the Flying Squad from the National Heart Institute.
Abruptly, I realised that I was given a coronary overhaul by the IJN's flying surgical crew also known as the dream team.
Its said that dreams sometimes portray a psychological revelation embedded in the subconscious.
Meaning that the vividly scary visit from the IJN dream team was to warn me about my lackadaisical attitude pertaining to my lifestyle, diet and physical fitness, and believe me, I did not need a psychologist to analyse that.