Alright, I know my posts are sometimes dark and cold enough to freeze you. But I had this very weird dream that had me thinking this afternoon while on the way home and listening to Coldplay's 42 from their newest album Viva la Vida.

The dream seems to have taken place in some parts of America during the invention period of steam trains and cars. Quite late back I thing. It started with a man. I think he's a dad as there were 3 children in his car. What seems like a pretty short ride to a train station, I who happen to be a kid as well board the car for reasons I can't seem to figure out till now. There was a conversation going on between a boy and the man. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but the boy got down the car, shut the door and the man drove off without him. I thought to myself, maybe he was asked to buy something and we'll be back to get him.

Down the road, the man stopped outside a building which I thought was our destination. This time round, the second boy got down without a single word and we drove off. Then I thought to myself, maybe the boy was heading to the library or somewhere near the vicinity we stopped at.

With that, what's left in the car is the man, myself and a little girl who I believe to be the youngest sister. The car stopped not long later, a conversation struck between the little girl and the man. I could sense some struggle between the both of them. The girl seems reluctant about something. All I can remember very vividly was that I had asked the man to let the girl stay. But no one seems to be listening to me. The street was crowded and we seem to have stopped outside a very posh and lighted building. A very grand place I say.

The struggle continue to push the girl out of the car. I could see her teary eyes and she was crying really sadly. I was trying to ask the man to let her stay, but he went all deaf ears. We seem to be screaming and shouting but I heard nothing. The people outside the car couldn't have heard us as well.

The next thing I knew, the man draws out a knife from I don't know where and stab it into the little girl's forehead. She wasn't crying anymore. She was bleeding profusely. She bled with blood tearing down from the open wound. Her eyes stare at me blankly as if I have done something wrong to her and her brothers.

I was struck awake that night. I didn't want to sleep for fear that the dream may continue. For a moment, I hope daytime came a little earlier.

There was a period I almost forgot about the dream but Coldplay's song reminded me of it. Then I ponder. What exactly happened? Were there any underlying messages? I remember the last thing I did was playing X-Men legend 2 on my computer before heading to bed. But the dream has no link to it.

Surprisingly, as I was about to end this post, several words and phrases came to my mind. Orphan. Adoption. Child selling for labour.

The children in the car were siblings. They were being sent away to different parts of the city for adoption I guess. I hypothesize that I was also ready to be sent away too. But to whom I am not really sure. But the first kid got off outside a train station whose foster parents I guess seems to be from a very faraway city. But I have the feeling the family isn't that well-do.

The next kid who dropped off outside a pretty looking building didn't spoke a single word. So I reckon his foster parents must be someone of a well do status.

The little girl was dropped somewhere posh and crowded. I think her parents must be someone of higher status. But she was reluctant for reasons which I think I can understand. Maybe we are just being sold to be slaves or something. I'm not sure.

Broken families are on a rise these days because of broken marriage or unpredicted mishaps and disasters. Many children are left stranded to struggle on their own and survival for them is hard. As such, adoption has become a practice where these children are able to learn and survive in this pretty harsh world. But then again, children are born with feelings. The first person they see and spoke to are those who are close to them especially their mothers. Having to part with their mothers or families is a disheartening truth or fact that anyone can accept. Before any adoption, have we spare a thought for their feelings? How are we going to disclose the truth when he/she has become older?

Of course to make matters worst, we experience child labour being carried out illegally. Children are being sold to become beggars or factory workers for long extensive hours and even subjects for all kinds of experiment. If they knew their fate would be like this sad, who would ever want to be sold to these disgusting organisations. Are they ever given a choice since their birth? It seems as if they can blame fate, but the more they should hate are the evil adversaries that are practicing these uncivilised acts. If there is ever a book of death, I will write the names of all these ruthless people and make sure that they suffer double of those they have harmed.

I apologise for the pretty long post. Didn't think I had so much to write. Haha =]. In any case, if you have a different thesis of the dream, do share and maybe we can talk about it. Meantime, enjoy the song by Coldplay 42. (why is it call 42?)