I had a fever last night and woke up at 4am
to quench it down with panadol and lime juice.
i don't know what it is.
it could just be over-fatigue.
but it made my eyes feel hot from underneath and gave me a dream. this:
i was holding a book: Then Again, Maybe I Won't
and I was flipping through the pages. Aware that I was dreaming,
I told myself - look for a page, try to remember - and validate when you
wake up.
but everything was blurry and i got frustrated.
so i put it down and went to look for a mirror.
i walked down a hallway with orange and gold saris fluttering into my path
and i somehow knew the mirror is down at the end.
and when i got there, i am fascinated.
someone was beside me.
someone ( i can't recall right now) who apparently, i liked a lot.
i told him, "You're in my dream."
and we held hands and looked into the mirror.
i saw myself, quite differently from how i look now.
you know how in a mirror - everything is supposed to mimic every
action? in my dream, it's like looking at a video.
my hair all one length, longer and flowy. my eyes big, big.
i still waif thin. a smile and a look of utter concentration in my eye.
i was fixing something. and i looked happy. i looked excited.
and i was wearing a tunic - and makeup. yeah, makeup.
i looked pretty. hahaha.
and for a moment that me looked up and looked into the mirror
and i was scared she'd see me - so i moved away.
then it was a different scene altogether.
i was in a bubble-lift, going up.
and i could see the pretty pink clouds.
and was surprised to see danny beside me
(of all people?!) he looked different.
i handed him my car keys
and told him i'll be back in the morning.
and i felt something i haven't felt in a long time -
a peace so profound.
that was when i woke up and felt the fever
seething from underneath my eyes...
maybe i wasn't supposed to see that part of my life yet.
or something.
...
anyway.
i found this bag of used keyboard keys. by joao sabino.
nice aint it? i am such a geeeeeek.
i want.
to quench it down with panadol and lime juice.
i don't know what it is.
it could just be over-fatigue.
but it made my eyes feel hot from underneath and gave me a dream. this:
i was holding a book: Then Again, Maybe I Won't
and I was flipping through the pages. Aware that I was dreaming,
I told myself - look for a page, try to remember - and validate when you
wake up.
but everything was blurry and i got frustrated.
so i put it down and went to look for a mirror.
i walked down a hallway with orange and gold saris fluttering into my path
and i somehow knew the mirror is down at the end.
and when i got there, i am fascinated.
someone was beside me.
someone ( i can't recall right now) who apparently, i liked a lot.
i told him, "You're in my dream."
and we held hands and looked into the mirror.
i saw myself, quite differently from how i look now.
you know how in a mirror - everything is supposed to mimic every
action? in my dream, it's like looking at a video.
my hair all one length, longer and flowy. my eyes big, big.
i still waif thin. a smile and a look of utter concentration in my eye.
i was fixing something. and i looked happy. i looked excited.
and i was wearing a tunic - and makeup. yeah, makeup.
i looked pretty. hahaha.
and for a moment that me looked up and looked into the mirror
and i was scared she'd see me - so i moved away.
then it was a different scene altogether.
i was in a bubble-lift, going up.
and i could see the pretty pink clouds.
and was surprised to see danny beside me
(of all people?!) he looked different.
i handed him my car keys
and told him i'll be back in the morning.
and i felt something i haven't felt in a long time -
a peace so profound.
that was when i woke up and felt the fever
seething from underneath my eyes...
maybe i wasn't supposed to see that part of my life yet.
or something.
...
anyway.
i found this bag of used keyboard keys. by joao sabino.
nice aint it? i am such a geeeeeek.
i want.