One of the things that I’m thankful for is the ability to remember most of my dreams vividly. For a while, I did some exercises suggested over the web so that one can master remembering and eventually, controlling my own dreams. I wasn’t that succesful though. I got tired in the end. :P I guess the constant journalizing (no matter how bizzare it gets) of every dream that I remember (which, BTW, happens almost every night) took it’s toll. My sister once called me neurotic. It was fun but when I realized that I’m not getting somewhere—my goal was to control what my dreams will be, I decided to stop.
Today, I’m gonna tell you one of the odd dreams that I had. It was strange but at the same time, life changing. I hope it will change me for I can only speak about the present, look back on my past, and hope for the future...
One Sunday morning, my pillow vibrated—more like my alarm clock vibrated. I have long accepted that I can no longer hear (no matter how noisy it’ll be) the ringing of my alarm clock; something defective about my ears I guess. I looked at the time and horror filled me. It’s already 6:40 in the morning! I should’ve woken up earlier! I’m a slow mover when it comes to dressing and preparing so when I discovered that I’m 40 minutes late with my should-be prep time, I decided, well, considered the idea of staying at home and cuddle on my bed, my warm bed with the weather so coooold.... And on to the dream land.