dreams saga continues

[awakendreamin]

And so it seems,
dreams will plaque my sleep,
disrupt my only rest time,
no matter how I resist.

here goes last night's.
as usual, fragmented parts.
not too much coherence,
not too much memory of.

a part was of mmk's wake,
different setting from the actual house.
it was either a tented place,
or a simple area... white and grey.
don't remember much from it,
just a couple of people in and out,
me kneeling, crying softly now and then.
blurred images and movements.

the other part was of myself, or perhaps just my body.
this is a very vague vision of my dream.
I was in the black bag, my black bag. I don't know how or why.
all I recall is speaking almost as per normal.
to whom, I don't see their face anymore.
it might have been wen or kai.
just a slight memory of me wanting to open the bag,
only to see how I looked or if it's me.

I have no idea how this random snips come about. Not that I've been thinking about death or my own time even. Maybe it's just telling me to treasure what I have and go for whatever I want, and to achieve it soon.

So much to do and only so much time.
Life is unexpected, so let's live it abundantly!