In my dreams.

Sleeping that came along with a dream is very rare for me.  But I realised that I almost always have horror dreams if I slept through the morning after Subuh prayer.  Like a few days ago, I dreamt about arguing with my sis' maid.  I am constantly annoyed with her which I never really highlight in this space, but I never thought that that annoyance could be dragged in the dream -- which is often associated with our subliminal mind.  

I have always have issues with her rudeness, but then I prefer to be in the background than really have that cat-fight thing with her -- which is not really worth it.  So what happens in that dream is that she was doing that shouting act towards my niece and nephew (like she always do) and in that dream, I have had enough with her and kinda loose my cool.  And she shot me.  Yes, she shot me - in that dream - using a gun she bought from the 'pasar malam'.  The shooting scene was like the slow motion movement ala The Matrix.  Ended up that it is indeed a gun from 'pasar malam' that the bullet backfires her instead.  

I am scared that I thought I was the one injured.  I tried to run out of the house while tries to drag me back into the house to keep her secret, and I yelled 'Help' and lucky me that a passerby heard me.  I tried to reason frantically that my sis' maid is trying to kill me, and when I turn to her -- guess what -- she turns into a cat with bleeding ears.  So, at that point, I wonder if I would be the one blamed instead for that event.  

Serious shit, I hate that kind of dream.  Even if it very much Alice in Wonderland kind of dream, my heartbeat is beating frantically that even when I woke up, I can still feel the panic.

And this morning -- no, I did not sleep through the morning after Subuh prayer.  It's a rare dream that I have before I woke up for prayer.  It's a cheesy dream instead.  It's about meeting my separated lover that I have not met for a really long time that upon meeting, we realised that we really missed each other and never want to let go anymore.  And in that dream both of us are some kind of celebrity surrounded with spy-type of paparazzi and always ended having our photos published somewhere -- even in the tumblr!  And damn -- every photo captured is preettttyyyy and amazing with that touch of classy vintage I have always loved!  I am happy -- and I am giddy with love in that dream.  Yet, I didn't recognise the so-called separated lover of mine.  Nobody I really know in my real life, but somebody -- or something that made me feel very content -- the void is being filled -- like I don't have to really worry about anything anymore -- finally -- a feeling that I have always craved for.  Cheesy as it may sound, it kinda healed me in a way.

And today -- rasa lousy balik gara-gara RM3 yang B ambil.  Damn~