everything in
it's right place

i had the weirdest dream last night. maybe weird isn't the right word, perhaps 'sad' would be more fitting. or 'happy'. ok, i'll just stick to 'weird'.

anyway, somehow i was sitting in the front seat of a car, and someone was driving it. can't really remember who, but it doesn't really matter. and suddenly you-know-who was sitting in the back seat, leaned forward to my ear and spouted out a confession of sorts. confession?

"hey you, it's been a really long time, you know? and i can't take it anymore, so you just have to know" but imagine saying that in a really rushed and anxious tone. and so on she went... and said something that made me super happy (happy in the dream, at least).

then the scene just flashed, like you know in the movies? scene change. this time i was cycling like crazy around on crappy mountain bike with a front basket, like those bicycles foreign maids use to cycle to the wet market for the grocery runs. and inside was a book (can't remember what book, but i like books!), and in my left hand a rose. creepy, right? and i was cycling up and down, always going back because i thoguht i'd left something behind. i was cycling to her house and, and i wanted everything to be perfect, with nothing left out, no blemishes.

finally i reached the lift lobby (those high security kinds, like at my brother's apartment. you need a code number to even enter the lobby!) and was about to press the intercom, but i just never did.

and then i woke up, heart racing, eyes wide open, at 4am in the mid early morning.



i said it was weird, right? just thinking about it is making me tired. sigh zzzzz