Another "everything" post.

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Why is it that when I finally sit down in front of my laptop, my fingers on the keyboard, with all the good intentions of blogging, that my mind becomes an instant blank the moment I see the empty space in front of me?

Something interesting did happen over the weekend - haha, but that's for another time. Maybe if you remember and ask me about it, I'll tell you about it. Lol.

Coming to yet another end of a week - I now officially have one class on Friday (which was initially free, sigh), after I changed my Ensemble class. The good thing is that I won't have to reach home at 7 pm after class on Wednesday now.

Thinking about whether I should do the LRSM..

Piano duets this semester - exciting! Finally met up with the girl I'm partnering with; we'll be playing Mozart's Symphony No. 40 for 4 hands. We'll be trying it together on Tuesday morning. (It'll probably sound hilariously bad.)

I need to start doing my readings, make notes, and begin on serious preparation for my 50% politics essay. (I know, it's only week 2, but I have absolutely no intentions of leaving everything to the end of the semester and swot vac, which is our one-week study break, to cram everything and, well, everything. Frankly, that would just be too much for even an old-time procrastinator like me.)

It's my sister's birthday today - happy 17th! (Doesn't 17 seem ages ago for the rest of us reading this?) Can you believe I wrote the birthday card about a week ago, and it's just been lying there waiting for me to mail it? (Sorry, Karen, I will post it tomorrow. Haha. And you never told me that the cat was pregnant?! And now she's given birth on your birthday?! Doesn't that mean she was already pregnant when I left Brunei?! And isn't she still a kitten?!!)

I had the oddest dream last night - weirdly enough, there were meat pies in my dream. I was very hesitant about eating them - an after-effect of watching Sweeney Todd, probably; for some reason in my dream, I really thought that it was human meat, and refused to eat the pies. *Shudders* And I dreamt I had a really awesome pet dog, and my old cat, Chilli, turned up in the dream, too. They didn't get along. (Which is quite odd in retrospect, because the cats and dogs back home usually get along really well.)

Yes, I get bizarre dreams often.

And for a post which started out with me having blogger's block, it seems like I have a whole load of material suddenly.

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Another one.

I had another nightmare last night.

I opened my eyes and sat right up in bed, feeling disconcerted. I guess what made this one stood out was that I felt as if I had been held tightly in its grip, and it refused to let me go. I could almost sense a, "Okay, you can wake up now" sort of feeling. Then, "Release", and I woke up.

The line between reality and dreams

I dream often, sometimes more frequently than I would like. Almost every night's sleep consist of a dream of some sort. It's supposedly not a very good thing to dream that often. Or so I heard.

I have nightmares too, but not the sort that has me waking up in tears and sweat in the middle of the night.

But nightmares come in different forms.


It was unlike any other dreams I've had before. The inexplicable fear that seized my heart felt extremely real and vivid, and it cut straight to the heart. I had never felt more helpless and desperate, because there seemed to have been no way out.

I remember thinking, "This is a dream, it has to be a dream. Please don't let this be real."

It felt so real that the line between reality and dreams had blurred, and it left me confused and full of fear; a sort of fear I had never felt before. That fear that it might be real is hard to put into words. It really seized me. I was truly scared that it was real.

But as I was thinking frantically, "This can't be real, this isn't happening", I felt myself awake. The immense relief that filled me had never been more welcomed when I finally realized that it was a nightmare.


I'm a person who thinks too much for my own good. Maybe dreams are a manifestation of our subconsciousness after all.

Sometimes I wish I could just go a night without having to dream; to have a restful and peaceful sleep for once.