A Dream

After I disclosed my true identity, many friends of mine started to ask me the reason for doing so? Even my wife questioned me on my motive, and she is one who reads but does not really care what I blogged.

It has been taunting me since then and at one time I even asked myself whether I had made the right decision in doing so but what is done cannot be undone.

Think this issue is really eating into me to the extend that I actually had a bizarre dream.

I dreamed that I was at home sitting in front of my computer writing Old Beng's tales when my wife told me that I had visitors. When I went to the door I saw an uncle standing outside my gate and with him was an army of children. (Have to use the word army cos that was how I felt when I saw them in my dream).

"Yes, can I help you?"

"lim peh ka li kong, I am Old Beng and these are my children." The uncle told me and all the 12 children greeted me loudly. "We come here to see you is to ask you why you want to delete us away? We do nothing wrong and also do no harm to anyone what? You know I even don't scold bad words one unlike some other bloggers who use vulgarity like nobody's business?"

"But....but I didn't delete you what?" I started to sweat when I faced Old Beng cos I could see his tiger and eagle on his arms.

"Yes, you did. You told the whole world that Old Beng does not exist and only you made it all up. You tell me now how? Where can we go? I have my cha-bo-lang and 12 children with me and we don't even have a place to stay now. What have we done to offend you? You cannot one day suka suka created me and my family and then another day delete us away, it's not fair to us. you know or not, now I even got fans who want to see me and my tattoo and ...."

"Old Beng, relax. I never say I will discard you neither did I say I will delete you. I will still let you have your say in my blog as and when you like."

"But it's never same again one la, by telling the world I do not exist and just a psodomy....pseu... don't know what you call la, you are hurting me badly. I think it is not right by disclosing openly even without asking my opinion. Furthermore, I think you got popular because of Old Beng me and my family and my tattoo and...."

"Eh...Old Beng, I didn't mean it to be that way you know? All that I am saying is that I may wish to touch on certain topics which I don't think you can comprehend thus I require myself to be blogging instead of you."

"You talk what? What topics lim peh cannot talk one? I everything also can talk and if I cannot talk I will get my cha-bo-lang to help me talk one."

"I...I..."

"No need I la, I want to tell the whole world that Old Beng and his family do exist and it is you who do not exist. Maybe you do not exist, Old Beng exists and created you and not you exist and created me."

At that moment, I woke up.

Gosh! What has becoming of me? Am I too engrossed in my own creation thus unconsciously having a double personality? Am I really existing and created Old Beng or like what he said in my dream - the other way round? It is he who exists and created me instead?

Hope I do not require the help of any psychologist or psychiatrist.

Anybody out there who can interpret dreams? Please share your opinion.