I seem to be lotus-floating over a street market in KL. (Not the first time...I've lotus-floated over quite a few places in my dreams before.) We seem to be in an old part of town, maybe in Shu Cheong Gai street market (Petaling Street).
This time I fly (always sitting in a lotus position), however, I start slow and cannot get enough height. I kind of bobble up and down trying to gain lift.
A shopkeeper looks at me. I try again to gain height but fails. I knock over a leather luggage bag at the top of his shelf in the street. He goes to pick it up but is not annoyed. I am however embarrassed and apologises profusely and to try again to achieve lift.
I fly pass another stall with a big tentage. It sells T-shirts. I can read the ones hung at the top. I am that low, at their level, still trying to rise above 'em stalls.
Finally, I am able to fly at normal height which is about three storeys high. I reach the end of the street market and arrives at a road river bridge where I meet Ah Keong. He is someone I know from a past dream.
We great each other. Ah Keong's looks and build reminds me of an 80s HK TV actor, who always acted in eager and entrepreneurial young men roles. He has a bit of a squint eye.
We walk along a five-foot way and at a corner, we climb a short flight of stairs to another row of shops. They look quaint and clustered.
Ah Keong seems to know the bosses there and like an MP on his rounds, greets and hands out his namecards. I felt maybe it was a bit over-the-top.
He tells me he knows a friend who owns a spectacle eyewear shop nearby.
We look for a place to sit and chat and eventually arrive at a cafe with old-style 50s modern interior, one reminiscent of those in a HK past. I remember seeing a place like that in an old Cantonese movie that starred Cheong Ying, Wu Fong and a pretty Lam Fung.
I realise I do not have any ringgit with me, only Sg dollars. The lady boss at the cashier station is kind and says "no problem".
Ah Keong and I settle down to chat.
I ask Ah Keong what he was working as now and he tells me he is into application software. Apparently he is into a few other things too.
He asks me what I think of the software industry and I share my opinion as I've covered that field as a journalist for many years both attending conferences and interviewing influential figures.
He is impressed. He decides to call more friends to listen to me. I am surprised but not displeased.
At the next table I meet an old friend, a lady who was a director in a publishing company I had worked in before.
I introduce her to Ah Keong. They exchange namecards. Embarassingly, it took me a moment to remember her name. She was called Suan or something like that. We have had a very professional friendship in the past. She still likes me and I am glad to see her again. She is both smart and lady-like in her demeanour.
More people begin to stream into the cafe.
I step out of the place for a breather, feeling good but somewhat overwhelmed by the large number of people Ah Keong had called to listen to my talk. They fill about two long tables.
Outside, I see an Indian exec (about 50 yrs of age) squatting down explaining on a chalkboard where I stood. He had drawn a graph (curve) of where a professional's knowledge should be...compared to mine which was about the same curve shape but further to the right, signalling that my knowledge was not as in-job as it might be. I tell him that my knowledge is that of a journalist's - more wordly than scholarly. I also mentioned that the graph does not explain well a person's insights into matters (where my value lies). I tell myself these graphs don't matter as my insights are unique and one-of-a-kind.
I go back into the cafe and begin the talk.
Next I am back with Keong in the somewhat deserted street with the old shoprow houses.
I learn more about him. He is a strappling chap, with a strong physique. He seems to have a wife and young daughter.
We walk and talk and I tell him I have to get going. Ah Keong reminds me the direction to the street market in case I come to visit again.
It starts to rain. At a road junction reminiscent of those in old parts of Malacca with a giant tree across the road at a corner, I take off and return home feeling glad to have the rain beat down on me. It was both exhilarating and a release.