.all I have to do is dream.

Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you. ~Marsha Norman

Everybody loves dreaming.
It gives us the chance to be someone that we desire to be on the inside.
We are able to enter into a world that is of our very own.
We can be superhero's, adventurers, living on cloud 9.
Heck we can be younger and care free than what we really are.

But sadly I don't remember most of my dreams.
Especially the exciting ones which I wake up to with adrenalin pumping through my veins.



I have a different view about dreaming.
To me dreams are influenced by a person's daily events.
Whatever happens today influences your dreams tonight.
*well maybe not for everyone but definitely for me*


A few days ago, I saw Nigel's nephew on web cam for at least 3 hours as Nigel was babysitting him.
He's name is Zaiden and omg....he's just sooo cute!
That night I dreamt that I was a mother of 6 kids and waiting to ploop out no.7

This is not the first time having this mother dreams.
Every time I see a baby WAH-LAH
Hello mummy!



Last night S was talking to me about V.
Very basic stuff about him making a commitment.

Hours later I dreamt that V had a thing for S and I.
And we became close, the 3 of us.
Leading to a threesome *I know right!*
Where if V wanted to be with only S or I we won't allow it as we come in a pair.
"Double us, double satisfaction" was our saying which we kept on repeating in my dream.
*how lame -.-' *

I got up laughing my ass off with S this morning.
Out of everything which happened yesterday, the topic which I talked the least about,
2 minutes max,
was the so called "icing" of my dreams.



Oh and just a last dream before I sign off.
2 days ago Phillip and Ian came over for dinner.
We were chatting and a topic of Phillip burning my house down came up as they were shocked that it was all made of wood.
That night I dreamt that, *I'm sure you've guessed it*
my house was on fire.
The shocking thing was instead of jumping down and saving myself,
I started saving my clothes!
I kept was throwing them outside the window.
I didn't bother about my laptop, my wallet, my passport.
Nothing except my clothes.

I got up with an ache in my heart.
The one's you get when you dreamt that one of your loved one's passed away.
And I could not stop thinking how valuable my clothes are!
I've been collecting them for ages. Since I can't remember.
And if I were to loose all of it, I would be devastated!



There are still some more clothes in my suitcases above and some more in good old Malaysia.
*Not enough space to hang*



So I thought to myself,
if this were to really happen in real life,
what would I do?
Well....
I still would not hesitate to save my clothes first!

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