butterfly__________

Sunday, July 30, 2006
11:24 PM

I've been dreaming some real weird dreams lately.
I'm trying to evaluate them.
Last night, I had a weird dream again.

I dreamt of numbers. Nono. And Iz. And 2 unknown guys.

Nono.
Now, dreaming of Nono was certainly natural because my friend C said to me in the middle of a conversation," I think you look like Nono. Like Nono's sister."
Sometimes supposedly harmless remarks are actually more tactless than purposely harmful one.

And so, two nights later, I dreamt that my face kept morhping into Nono's face. Every time I looked into the mirror, my face would first be mine, then distort into his face. Gosh, I was spooked.

I am certainly convinced that I am not AT ALL like Nono. Not the least.
I watched shi zi lu kou last night and I could find no trace mf me in him.
Like ew. It is an insult to say I look like a guy, but it's a double insult to say I look like a guy who is known to be ugly.

I might not be very pretty, but I am certainly not ugly. That much I know, because my God did not make me to be ugly. Thank you.

Stress?

The second dream I had was about my supposedly early death.It was bilingual but for convenience's sake, I shall write it in English.

In it, I went to see a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist gave all his patients ranging from 1-10. Some people got 2, 4,5. I got a 10. Excitedly, I asked the doctor, "So, what does 10 mean?"

The doctor said," It means if you don't relax starting from now, you will die early." Taysi quite agitatedly said," Pui. I won't die early, I will relax."

Then I went to the adjoining room and saw many more people who had numbers as well.Some had 2,5,8 and finally I found this person with 10. So, I asked him, what do you think of the Doctor's comments. He said " Pui. I won't die early. I will relax."

Then I went to this special room and found out that all the people in it had number 10. So I asked all of them, " What do you think of the Doctor's comments?" They all said in unison," Pui. I won't die early. I will relax."

I told many people about this and they said I must relax. I think I am quite relax already. Perhaps sub-consciously I am stressed. I have to be.

Men of my dream.

The third one is the ultimate weirdest one. Number 1, I hardly ever dream about guys, not to mention somebody I know. I think it's a cool dream, so I will share about it.

The setting was my room. I was at my table doing my homework, listening to the radio, the station was perfect 10. It was a rather mundane setting when suddenly the radio dj bursted," We have a new guy in the music scene right here with us. His name is Isaac."

Ok. So, I was thinking, no big deal, even though in reality, I know a guy called Isaac who is my church friend. Then!!! Isaac's voice popped over the radio, and he said " Hi. I'm Isaac." Then he started talking about himself and his guitar life in what his sister Van described as " broken english." Haha.

Then suddenly, the scene changed to another place. I don't know where but what is coming right up is very exciting indeed.

I can't describe the setting because I can no longer remember but it was pretty romantic. Maybe it's a restaurant.

I dreamt that I was eating dinner with this pretty good-looking guy. And we were laughing and having fun and enjoying our food. ( Now, I can't actually remember his face but when I woke up, I had a smile on my face.)

When suddenly,another guy crashed into the place and started arguing with the guy who was eating with me. I could remember frowning and telling them to cool it. I can't remember what the argument was about. But I can remember that it was about me. I hope they were fighting over me. Muahaha.:D

And then, Isaac, the radio guy cum church friend crashes into the place and joins in the argument as well! And all the while I was stuck in the middle while the 3 guys fought, well verbally. Ironically, Isaac had a guitar in his arms.

So, literally, 3 guys were fighting over me. In my dreams.
That was not the weirdest thing, I was actually thin. I could not remember myself looking heavy. But I could remember myself looking sleek.

Then!! Here comes the finale. The second guy who came in carried me away in his arms! Imagine being carried away!! Carry me lei!!

I don't know what to make do of this dream.
But I can tell you surely that I am quite glad it's not Isaac who carried me lah. Imagine the embarassment.
I'm going back to the dream tonight to update the face of the man who carried me.

Does it mean I'm desperate?
I hope not, even though there'es a subconsicous yearning I guess.
Have good lor.
Don't have? Boohoo. Haha.

butterfly___________