Turkey, mashed potatoes and adobo.
Ay. The family has arrived. Good thing I decided to just stay at my own place instead of rooming with the fam at the hotel. In my current mental state, I might not last too long with my crazy family.
Sometimes....sometimes life gets away from you. And things you've never done before seem so natural and normal, as if you've been doing them since the beginning of life, since you stepped outside the womb. And who knows what that means, if anything at all.
During a 10 minute power nap on Monday, I had a dream that I was in India with my mom and my brothers, and we were riding in a tricycle like we did in the Philippines. We got to this hill, and we just couldn't make it up (I remember peering outside the side car and seeing the tricycle in front of us attempt to ride up the hill, but it ended up just sliding back down in a spray of dust and gravel). So we stopped and got out, and then it was revealed that my mom had locked her keys in the car (what car, whose car, I don't know these things). So she went off to go get her keys out of that car, wherever it was, and I was left to chill with the tricycle driver. We happened to be next to a "museum" and so he showed me around, showing me pictures and figurines and whatever.
Now, at this point in the dream, the tricycle driver started coming on to me, but not in the expected manner. He pinched my hands, and invaded my space while I looked at a glass display case full of pendants or something...It was very odd, and I felt very uncomfortable. Then I woke up.
My dream reminded me of the short story by Jhumpa Lahiri called "Interpreter of Maladies." It was odd. And I don't know what it means. Does it means something if you don't normally remember your dreams, only a few here and there? If you only remember a few ocassionally, do the ones you remember symbolize something?
Yikes. Too many questions. Time for bed.
Sometimes....sometimes life gets away from you. And things you've never done before seem so natural and normal, as if you've been doing them since the beginning of life, since you stepped outside the womb. And who knows what that means, if anything at all.
During a 10 minute power nap on Monday, I had a dream that I was in India with my mom and my brothers, and we were riding in a tricycle like we did in the Philippines. We got to this hill, and we just couldn't make it up (I remember peering outside the side car and seeing the tricycle in front of us attempt to ride up the hill, but it ended up just sliding back down in a spray of dust and gravel). So we stopped and got out, and then it was revealed that my mom had locked her keys in the car (what car, whose car, I don't know these things). So she went off to go get her keys out of that car, wherever it was, and I was left to chill with the tricycle driver. We happened to be next to a "museum" and so he showed me around, showing me pictures and figurines and whatever.
Now, at this point in the dream, the tricycle driver started coming on to me, but not in the expected manner. He pinched my hands, and invaded my space while I looked at a glass display case full of pendants or something...It was very odd, and I felt very uncomfortable. Then I woke up.
My dream reminded me of the short story by Jhumpa Lahiri called "Interpreter of Maladies." It was odd. And I don't know what it means. Does it means something if you don't normally remember your dreams, only a few here and there? If you only remember a few ocassionally, do the ones you remember symbolize something?
Yikes. Too many questions. Time for bed.