Dreams Reading her blog somehow inspired me to blog on this topic. Everybody does dream at one point or another, don't they? And I'm no exception.
I remembered my bad dreams when I was a kid then. And these bad dreams usually come whenever I was sick and down with some sort of fever. I'll dream of this huge metallic black ball "chasing" me, threatening to roll me over if I run any slower. And me, in my dreams, was just a pathetic little dwarf. At other times, I'll dream of myself trying to knead a huge lump of dough, which seems like I'll never finish kneading with my small little fingers. Then I'll wake up in fear, running to my parents' room, ranting: "Papa papa, there's this huge metal ball chasing me and I'm so scared...." Yes, weird dreams I know, but maybe it's because of my fever? *shrugs*
But these kinda dreams soon fade out as I grew older. There are pleasant dreams too. Dreams like me shopping for a new pair of shoes (hehe), or me discovering a new flavor of Calbee potato chips (can even remember it's sotong flavor in purple packaging), or a new neon, glow-in-the-dark highlighter and some others. I mean these dreams are funny yet queer when I thought of them, especially the Calbee potato chips. I don't know why I can dream of me and a group of friends discovering the new sotong flavor potato chips at a ulu "mama" shop. Maybe I tink too much....waahahhaa
Surely, there are bitter dreams too. Bitter dreams that I don't even want to mention, bitter dreams that I don't even want to recall. I guess it should be better this way? Nah, =/
I don't know how the professionals interpret dreams. But somehow I remembered something about dreams you dream at night are some sort related to your own reality.
Hmmmz....I dream in the day too...I daydream.....hehe =PpPpp
