Thursday, March 15, 2007 || Defining
- So I had a series of really weird dreams. I kept on waking up after each of them - only to go back to sleep - and dream of something again.
Really weird, 'cause the dreams felt SO real. And unlike usual dreams, whereby I totally forget the dream after 5 minutes of waking up, I still remember them.
My first dream, I dreamed that I was on a train ride with someone I used to love ... but a certain Female Who Shall Remain Anonymous was sitting in between us, chatting away. My second dream, I dreamed that I was in a themepark ala Genting, and my ... mother died. O_____O
I remember bawling like shit in the dream. And when my phone rung and woke me up from the nightmare, there were tears trickling down my cheeks and I felt exactly the way I felt in the dream. I almost instinctively called up my dad to ask him about mum. SO FREAKY.
So I freshened up and went to DreamMoods for interpretations of my dream.
What I found:
What?! Do I lack a certain quality that my MUM has that I don't? What is it ... Patience? A smaller ego? (Mine is as big as Mount Everest hoho) Intelligence?!
It can't indicate that my mum has no part in my life, because well ... she is my mother. -_- So what exactly do I lack?
OH I know ... she's married and off the market, while I'm not! Is that it? -_-
By the way, I've realized that living "alone" isn't as tragic as I thought it would be. For one, even though my house now looks like a Bachelor's pad with PS2 CDs, magazines and my dog freely running around ... I must say that I've found myself to be incredibly paranoid about dishes and rubbish. I keep on picturing maggots in my kitchen - and voila, I immediately hurry to get the rubbish out, even if it's only a quarter full! And the sink is always clean. =D
My kitchen is cleaner than even when my mother was at home. :D Yay! I won't be such a shitty wife and mother after all.
And oh, the house is NOT more quiet than usual. With occasional friends around, my hall stereo blasting with music 24/7 ... Me, shouting at Fifi for shitting so often. Me, murmering to myself that the tortoises are so useless and smelly. Me, talking on the phone loudly or webcamming on MSN with the mic ......
My house is very lively, indeed. Yay.
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