Another horrible dream.

This time I dreamed of cobra, and maybe a scene of python, and the cobra was talking to me? I don't really remember what I dreamed, but it was not funny. It was like coiling around me. I felt so eerie that I was screaming top of my lungs for my mum or anyone for help, and I wonder why help didn't come. And I realised I was screaming in a dream within a dream. When I was dreaming, I could hear the words clear and loud, but thanks and no thanks to a phone call in the middle of the dream. I was forced to wake up, but maybe that's good so I can get out of the horrid dream.

I don't tink this is a paralysis dream because I was able to move around, but the dream setting was my bed. How eerie is that?

Anyways ... I dreamed of snakes more than anything else. And this is my first time dreaming of a dull gold cobra. Ugh. *shrug*

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I'm not kidding. Even the services for the afterlife procession is rated like a hotel. The place where my aunt's children held the funeral services is Nirvana memorial. The services and the infrastructure they provided is of 6-star. Everything is provided and all you need to do is to pay their price.

My family thought Nirvana was so cool, but we never brought up the topic if we wanted to engage their services should we leave this world. Oh well, maybe not due to the pricing.

On the other hand, try watching Ghost must be crazy produced by the Singaporeans. It is damn hilarious!

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Continuation from my previous post, June is a month full of death and anniversary. The day after I posted my previous post, I received news of my grandma's death from China, and today my aunt died of stomach cancer. I will be attending my aunt's funeral this weekend.

I'm not sad or having some kind of running emotions in my soul, that's because I have come to accept death, even if it's my own death. I'm able to let go even though I might die before my expiry date.

Let's all pledge to live a life to the fullest, ok?

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Four days ago was an acquaintance's death anniversary. It was her 5th. I never thought her tribute blog would be updated. All I just did was to google. And she wrote such a deep meaningful poem before her death. It was about the fate of meeting people in your environment. I always thought she is such an arrogant girl, but somehow I understand her better after reading the poem. I have no right to judge her....

In a few hours, days and months is my deceased friend's first anniversary.

I don't remember what I read in a book, but I think the advice I got was to accept death in order to enjoy the beauty of life...

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It's been a long time I have not been well liked by animals. Seriously. Cats dislike me and they always attempt to either scratch me or run away from me.

When I came back from dinner just now, I saw my neihgbour running alongside with his dog (I don't remember its breed, and I usually referred it as shaggy dog). I came out of the car, and the dog immediately tried to approach me except his master was pulling his strap.

My mum was telling me that that dog is particularly friendly to females, and it seems to like my mum very much and it is always trying to climb onto my mum's legs.

The dog and its owner and me and mum ended up together in the lift. And the dog could not contained its excitement seeing us, and tried to play with us. It got so excited that it tried to reach out to me, thus posing like a horse prancing. I asked the owner for permission to pat the dog. It got more excited seeing me trying to pat me. My whole arm got licked by it as I tried to pat and as it tried to climb onto my legs. The owner was pulling it hard because my mum is afraid of animals.

It refused to get out from the lift until the owner has to pull it out. It was wagging its tail. And it keep on trying to get the last peek of us as the lift doors were closing. My mum and I just waved at the dog. Oops... we forgot to say bye to the owner... We were just paying too much attention to the dog.

It's funny to hear my mum saying that that dog doesn't like my sister because it doesn't play with her. HAHAHA...

But I prefer cats to dogs!! What destiny is that?!

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As you often know, I can remember my dreams very well, be it or horror or friendly.

As you all know, Jolene just came back from her New Zealand trip and posted some pictures of her tour on Facebook. One of the pictures bring me back to time, and at that moment, I was as though breathing in the fresh air I have been bestowed throughout my 4 years of staying there.

That very night, I dreamed of my comrades (better word for friends) in New Zealand. I saw them and I had a strong urge to ask them for wisdom and advise on how I should find my destiny in life, as I'm at a crossroad in life and I think I'm having identity crisis ... but I never asked... and then some of my collegemates were in the picture too. One of them is one of the very first friends I made in college. I saw her walking happily with two children. I can't really see their gender, but I'm very sure one of them is a boy. I don't see her husband but I knew she had a Chinese husband. She was smiling.

And following ... I saw myself in my college dorm's room. I remember that room very clearly. It was one of the rooms I have stopped earlier to peek at the view on the window - it was during my quarantine time when I first arrived in NZ. And I was back in that room. The view was wonderful ... it oversees a green farm and the sky is clear but clouded with grey clouds ... but somehow ... I wasn't feeling settled in that room ... That was because I preferred my former rooms and the yearn to be in that room again was overwhelming and yet I was consoling myself that I should be happy in this room ...

And the dream ended just like that ...

I wanted to inform my friend about her and two children the next day, but she didn't reply my message... I only get to tell her about the dream yesterday. She said she was busy recently due to the passing of her grandma. Coincidentally it was on the day I had the dream. She paused for a while, and decided to tell her grandma that she will have two kids ...

I was wondering could that be a message from her grandma. Well, who knows?

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