Of Big Moves And the Men In My Head
I've been having a weird past couple of weeks and it has to do with the fact that I've finally moved out of my house and am now living on my own, as well as how my dreams have become quite vivid. As opposed to my usually blacked out dreams that are forgotten as soon as I wake up. I know "everyone dreams," but I never really remember mine so for me I don't dream. But lately I've been dreaming really vivid scenarios about certain guys from my past that I simply cannot understand.
I mean, dreaming about your ex is normal, right? What about that gorgeous Greek boy you met while walking around aimlessly in your last day in Singapore? My mind's trying to tell me something and I don't quite understand what it is. I mean, dreaming about your ex is more normal than the other dream, seeing as there are far more factors that affect your subconscious when it comes to someone whom you've shared your life with. The dream that really bothered me was the one about the Greek boy. I swear I woke up in love with him or something, and walked around all day missing him. HAHAHA. Can you believe that? How fickle the heart can be sometimes. I was walking around feeling melancholy and aching to see a boy I had had one conversation with many months ago.
Of course the next day the feelings were gone and I was glad to be back to my normal, single self. But it freaked me out is all, walking around for a day completely in love. To a stranger no less. Wth my brain is trying to tell me has definitely been lost in translation, cos now I'm just starting to worry that I'm going crazy.
Or we could go the obvious route and say that it means that I've been single for far too long, but I'd like to think my subconscious is more creative and original than that.
In other news, yes I've moved out and yes I'm living alone (for now) and yes I'm pretty freaked because money is now an issue that concerns me and only me. I'm not very financially savvy, you see, and I'd always hoped to just marry rich and let my husband worry about my trail of receipts (kidding) (well, kind of) but I did always say that I want to be independent and unfortunately independence includes paying for all your own crap. I'm just hoping that after all of the dust has settled and I actually get to buy some real furniture for my apartment, I come out stronger and better and whatever else the rest of the lyrics for that Destiny's Child song has.
I would talk about the crazy day I had, trying to move in, running around Ortigas with Jan Parma and trying to push my dead car around so we could jump start it. But I get so tired just even thinking of it, so maybe next time.
I mean, dreaming about your ex is normal, right? What about that gorgeous Greek boy you met while walking around aimlessly in your last day in Singapore? My mind's trying to tell me something and I don't quite understand what it is. I mean, dreaming about your ex is more normal than the other dream, seeing as there are far more factors that affect your subconscious when it comes to someone whom you've shared your life with. The dream that really bothered me was the one about the Greek boy. I swear I woke up in love with him or something, and walked around all day missing him. HAHAHA. Can you believe that? How fickle the heart can be sometimes. I was walking around feeling melancholy and aching to see a boy I had had one conversation with many months ago.
Of course the next day the feelings were gone and I was glad to be back to my normal, single self. But it freaked me out is all, walking around for a day completely in love. To a stranger no less. Wth my brain is trying to tell me has definitely been lost in translation, cos now I'm just starting to worry that I'm going crazy.
Or we could go the obvious route and say that it means that I've been single for far too long, but I'd like to think my subconscious is more creative and original than that.
In other news, yes I've moved out and yes I'm living alone (for now) and yes I'm pretty freaked because money is now an issue that concerns me and only me. I'm not very financially savvy, you see, and I'd always hoped to just marry rich and let my husband worry about my trail of receipts (kidding) (well, kind of) but I did always say that I want to be independent and unfortunately independence includes paying for all your own crap. I'm just hoping that after all of the dust has settled and I actually get to buy some real furniture for my apartment, I come out stronger and better and whatever else the rest of the lyrics for that Destiny's Child song has.
I would talk about the crazy day I had, trying to move in, running around Ortigas with Jan Parma and trying to push my dead car around so we could jump start it. But I get so tired just even thinking of it, so maybe next time.