Mid years are a disaster, a Tsunami-destroys-half-of-the-continent-of-Asia kind of disaster, not the Oh-my-god-my-painted-nails-broke kind of disaster. Anyway, I'm not going to talk about it now.

This post is just for me (yes, its all about ME!)to keep track of something that doesn't concern the general public, or anyone, for that matter. You're free to read it anyway.





Today I had the weirdest dream. It was weird because it was normal. Sounds like an oxymoron? Well, dreams don't make sense in the first place. Usually I wake up from a dream remembering (yes I remember my dreams) that it was some weird place or weird situation that would never happen in the boundaries of this galaxy, like ending up in the sea swimming with sharks which won't eat you. The latest was just so surreal I woke up and just sat there wondering where everything went.

So it all started out with a family vacation to a Malacca-ish holiday resort/hotel abundant with tourists and stuff. So being bored for some weird reason I decided to take a solo trip to the arcade (I dream about arcades a lot) and in the lift, some girl came in. After a while she burped very loudly and I laughed and she was embarrassed and stuff, then started talking for some reason. And the rest of the dream was just... talking. Talking as in just like how you would chat with your friends over lunch everyday. It felt so real that for the first time in a long time, I couldn't differentiate reality from dream. She was wearing yellow spaghetti top, white shorts, and was of mixed blood. Of course she was pretty, its my dream after all. And no, we did not do anything after that. Stupid alarm clock.


All these are solely for recording purposes, so scoff all you want at me being weird for doing this, but I've always thought that research into dreams are more than they seem, so I'm keeping this for potential future use.