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Tuesday, March 20, 2012
olfactory

I can't even remember the last time I woke up before 2 PM but here I am on my way out. I cannot wait to get out of the house because of the new maid drama going on — the new maid was on the phone with the agent and crying at the time I left the house.

So that aside, I had a dream last night, but most of what I remember of it presents itself in a disjointed, blurry form in my head now.

Let's go in chronological order.

I was swimming in a circular pool with someone. Okay not really swimming, I was just floating about. But I remember that I was having a really deep talk with the other person, whose identity I cannot remember now.

It was peaceful and all until I don't know what happened, someone started releasing these really fat crocodiles into the pool. The strangest thing of all was how I didn't panic at all, I just got out off the pool and avoided them.

The next part was weird too. I was in my Fuhua school uniform and I was in the hall, think I just arrived at school. I saw Zhixian and Mag sitting with our other classmates. Zhixian was, strangely, sitting behind Mag and not beside her. When I went up, said hi to them and sat down next to Zhixian... She got up and sat next to Mag. God I got so hurt at this but tried not to care. My emotions here were completely the same as when, once in Sec 4, they ditched me and went to recess on their own wtf.

In the final part, I don't know who I was with, but it was someone older and he was driving a car with the top down. We were on a road trip and I called shotgun. We were having a good and meaningful conversation (one, I might add, I haven't had in the longest time). I was just lying in the front seat and basking in the beauty of it all. And then this person, whoever he was, planted this idea in my head. He said that maybe the whole world has a definite lifespan, but we don't know how much. When we are born, we are born into a certain time (and space). But when we die and are born again, we would be born into another time and space. So suppose I was born in 1994 and Singapore in this life, but in my next I could be born in 2012 and Africa, but in the next I could go backwards and be born in 1945 in America. So the world never really does have an ending. It just depends on which step on the ladder of time God chooses to place you.

He also said that as long as we believe it, in all our lives we would be capable of finding love. And then he looked at me and smiled, it was a really kind smile. I teared up at this in the dream.



I just thought it was pretty amazing.

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