it seemed too real....

Today, I'm going to talk about dreaming..dreams.

I really hate dreaming. They disrupt my sleep and I end up feeling tired and restless for the whole of the next day. It definitely doesn’t help that I gotta wake up at 6.30am every day.

I had a dream again yesterday.

I was supposed to be going genting highlands…alone. Uh..yes. Taking the 3.30pm (note the numbers) bus from golden mile (who says dreams are detached from the real world huh?). I hailed a cab and realized I did not bring my bag of clothes. So I asked the cabby to wait at my void deck while I go get my stuff. While searching for it, I realized I forgot to bring a whole lot of things like passport, shoes, jacket etc.. now the problem was I could not find all of them. My house was turned upside down,inside out..messy to the max.

So I kept searching…rummaging..searching…rummaging…. for maybe a few hours?

It’s like I was damned to search for eternity.

I woke up, totally drained from all the searching (but of coz!)..really. I feel so bloody tired now.

Yeah.. now I’m trying to make out 4 lucky digits from this whole crappy dream which could possibly change my life forever… come on, think think think!