What I wrote to my brothers: I dreamed a lot last night. But one of the last thing was that I was home for Onk’s wedding. Don’t laugh. Who am I kidding. Laugh away! That’s the gist of the dream because it was all quite a bit mumbo jumbo. Something including the fact that dad’s was the only working shower in the house, that Ake still lives in his room and I am in mine, that we have a hot tub in the backyard (where I ended up having to take a bath in because daddy was STILL in the...
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Amy and Chris had different reasons for their sleepless nights. Mine was possibly self inflicted. For the third night in a row, I woke up in the middle of night from horrible nightmares. Not sure what it was on Monday night, but I woke up drenched in cold sweat and my heart beating fast, feeling quite horrified from whatever it was I dreamed about. Obviously I was tired enough to fall right back asleep. Tuesday night, I dreamed that I was a part of an undercover team, discovering neighborhood teenage gang. I came around the corner from talking to my...
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My beloved Dr. House/Hugh Laurie is now the new Captain of the DreamBoat(tm), walking Russell Crowe right off the plank as of last night. 3 appearances in my dreams would entitle anyone to the top position, don’t you think? In my dream last night, Dr. House was Dr. House, not Hugh Laurie. House and I had been friends for a long time. Of course, we were out and about when we walked up to this community center type facility. “What are we doing here?” I asked. “You’ll see.” His mischievous blue eyes twinkled. It was an origami exhibition. You know,...
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This is the first night this week that I have stayed up past 9:30 p.m. by the way.  Been going to be that early and yet still couldn’t drag myself out of bed in the morning. But then again, I have found myself waking up in the middle of the night: a) going to the bathroom…as a backlash of my attempt to drink more water b) grinding my teeth c) imaging that someone else was in the bedroom, possibly as a result of… d) dreaming way the fuck too much And no, working out and trying to get healthy (i.e....
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…of mom. Apparently, mom has been paying a visit to a few of us here and there. Last week, I woke up sobbing hysterically and freaked the hell out of Brandon. After a long crazy dream about me being a failure (..something about burning something on the stove top when all I had to do was reheating a frozen block of soup, someone came into the house with a pet meerkat, and everyone was looking at me as if I just came off the short bus for burning that fucking soup…), I somehow ended up in a mall with my...
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I dreamed that I was in Las Vegas on a school trip. My room actually had an upright piano in it, apparently by the school’s request, and overlooking the Strip. As I was settling in for the night, someone knocked on my glass door. I peered around the curtain, and there stood Fred and George Weasley. They weren’t tired and apparently they were also piano student. They wanted to hang out in my room since I had the piano AND the view. Everyone else’s room was facing the other direction. The next thing I knew, my room became a common...
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