Bizzare bad dream...

Just had an afternoon nap, for about 3 hours.... and during which, I had one of the weirdest dreams ever... People from all walks of my life came together -- her, xin, yogi, benny, mrs tan, and i think there are a few more who I forgot.... and even a bangla worker someone enter my dream too.... what the hack! I'm going nutz! Anyway, I think it was her b'day, so I made some sort of blanket and wanted to give it to her (orange one, don't ask me why, looks alot like one of the towels I have at home), and at the same time, benny brought this orange hankerchief, with its end properly stitched (In the dream, I gave that to xin for her b'day which passed recently, but the threads came out or something, hence had to be restitched or what not... I'm not into stitching, so once again, don't ask me whether or not such is true, much less why both presents were made by me). Anyway, as I was walking to pearl's room, (I think i need to use some sort of name instead of constantly calling her, "her") as I wanted to pass her the blanket, but then when I was about to do so, I realised that her room was full of people, furthermore, people I know, who somehow know her (real bizzare). I was taken aback... They were laughing and what not, as if they were long time friends... Yogi was even lying on her bed, rolling about, while she was sitting beside, joking away...

Suddenly, I was struck by a deep feeling of emptiness and loneliness.....

With a sudden loss of objectives, I stood there dumbfounded, den like a zombie or something, walked to xin's room (just next door, my dream occured in some strange house, that looked exactly like mine), thinking of giving her the handkerchief, (on reflection, it was just to take my mind off pearl).. And I was confronted my Mrs Tan!!! (What the...) Apparently, she and xin were roommates.... I was stunned.... Since when did xin share a room with some 40++ 50++ lady? (Mrs Tan was my old neighbour) But anyway, xin wasn't in... Then I suddenly recalled that she was in my room, before I left to give the blanket to pearl... obviously I wasn't thinking too straight... so I took my leave, and went the pass the handkerchief to her, when suddenly, I don't know how, maybe I forgot already, I was at the national stadium or something for national day with my dad.... we were both cycling there... and throughout the security was so high (I saw a missile they dug up from around, which was like ancient, and 3-4 stories high)....

anyway, the rest of the dream is not important.... but equally bizzare... Only the part with pearl is still vividly engraved in my mind....

Anyway, a v.short poem that I wrote before I slept....


Forgetfulness - by -Emptiness-

The reason I tend to forget –
Countless things I dread and regret.
But more than these combined is that,
My heart, my mind, with you are kept.

じゃ、また。