Last night I dreamt of yet another weird dream.
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I was in some kind of pie shop. (Pushing Daisies?) There were two people sitting at a small round tea table and right behind them was a shelf filled with hundreds of cakes, pies and pastries. The shelf was brightly-lit and the aroma of the cakes seemed to have permeated through the membrane of my dream bubble into reality. I approached the two people who were deep in conversation. One of them was a blurry image of a man and the other was a little lady wearing pink and had an uncanny resemblance to Dolores Umbridge from the Harry Potter series, but this one was kinder and gave me a slice of Raspberry pie from the shelf. I don't know how I could have known but the pie was delicious. The outer crust had just the right amount of texture to it and the raspberry filling wasn't all too sweet.
Dolores Umbridge
After having just a few mouthfuls of the pie, I found myself working on a ham pie recipe. Turkey ham wrapped with pie filling and the result tasted a lot like one of those hot dog puffs that they serve in army.
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Perhaps I had this dream cos I happened to come across this blogshop the day before selling chocolate and durian cakes... yum.
I've decided to keep a dream diary.
It seems that I've been getting a lot of dreams recently. And unlike most people, I remember what they were about quite vividly. Not too many details though.
Every now and then when I do dream about something interesting, I'll blog about it here.
So the other day I was dreaming about picking up tennis balls at a golf course. And I had to climb over some fence in order to do so. Then there was this security guard who found me and I started running and he didn't chase...
Another time I dreamt that the price of rice went up. Apparently I was having a meal with my grandma (who in real life would choose not to sit at the same table with us during dinner) and my mom served up a bowl with barely two tablespoonfuls of rice in it and said, "Na. You all share this." The next thing I remember was thinking about asking for more rice the next time I order Chap Cai Peng (mixed vegetable rice)...
Just last night I was dreaming about this huge playground with this spider-web made up of ropes reaching a height of a building. Then I started hanging on to these two stranded ropes and started climbing by simply letting go of one hand and grabbing a higher portion of the rope and then repeating this until I made it like 3 storeys. It was incredibly easy cos it was of course, just a dream. I, however, didn't like heights so I just loosened my grip and down I went. The good thing was, my hands didn't suffer from rope burn.
I've been constantly bugged to update my blog by some of my friends.
One threatened to remove a link to my blog from their website, while another complained that all I ever talked about on the blog is that I forgot that I have a blog.
I'm just about done with my math revision for the big math test tomorrow which carries 26% of the overall grade. Ok... maybe not about done. But I've done enough to realise that I really haven't done enough for the math test. Hooray.
In addition to the math test, I've got a presentation right after the test. We're supposed to be talking about the laws of attraction and how communication plays a role in taking the first step into a relationship. Our attire for the presentation will be formal wear! I can't imagine doing my math test in formal attire. It's gonna be quite uncomfortable.
I guess if I screw up on the math test, I can blame it on the formal wear.
Bwahahaha.
On my way home today, I arrived at Jurong East MRT today and was oh-so-warmly-greeted by huge crowds of people waiting eagerly to hoard a spot on the train going towards Marina Bay. It seems more and more people are using the public transport system and ditching their cars for a cheaper ride these days. Once the train arrived, everyone from outside started squeezing their way past those who were attempting to get out of the train. Some people are just so damn inconsiderate. But that's just how it is. You don't fight your way through, you don't get on the train.
So I was walking back home after a tight sardine ride home. I was waiting at the traffic light. Across the road I saw a huge group of school children waiting for the green man to appear. It was like a stampede of wild little kids with their parents herding them towards me.
My first instinct - SIAM. (Singlish term, meaning "to avoid")
That is why if I happen to become a teacher, I'm gonna want to teach slightly more grown-up kids.
Baaaa.
