Cheese Naans, In-Laws, Naughty Boys and Video Games..
I think studying is makin' me dream up pretty whacky things..
I had this dream where le_natz and I having lunch/dinner at some mamak. At least, we were about to, when le_natz said that we had to go. So for some reason, I ta paued a cheese naan. I've got no idea why since i've never had cheese naans before in my life. wonder what it tastes like..? Hmm.. Whatever it is, we left the place and drove off.. somewhere, and slowed down at a toll booth. le_natz grabs my cheese naan and throws it on TOP of the toll booth. So I'm like "Hey!!" and he just drives off! ... Leaving me clawing towards the back of the car, saying (and crying!)"My cheese naan, my cheese naan.."
I woke up for a while, studied for a few minutes and fell asleep again..
This time, le_natz and I were driving around again, and he was telling me about this cute cousin he has.. I was laughing away and suddenly he stops somewhere in some neighbourhood and tells me we're gonna meet him. I went "Err.. okay.." and got out of the car. His Aunt (and family) got out of another car and started walking towards their house before le_natz calls out to them and introduces me. Yes, his cousin was cute (not really) and his aunt was nice.. But the thing is his aunt had this odd attachment to her maid, this obese and I mean OBESE woman, can't really say what race, but certainly not Indian cos she was fair, but wearing a sari. So there she was, a fat, fair woman wearing a sari and all her fat hanging out on the side.. cos you know how saris are, it's like a half-top and a long skirt and her fat was all hanging! I mean, no offense against overweight people, I just found it odd how my mind was able to come up with such things.
Anyway, I woke up again, read a few notes, and dozed off again...
Next, I was on my mom's bed, chatting with my mom. and suddenly my younger brother, Frizz, comes in and shows me the finger.. I go "What is WRONG with you..? Don't you have any sense??!!" He gets scolded to till he's curled up in a ball on the bed and fearing for his life.. Literally. And finally I console him and tell him that we scold him because we love him so much, and the words just got to him till he cried.. Great, I made a teenage brother of mine cry because I told him I loved him. Hmm..
Again, I woke, flipped thru a few pages, and fell asleep, again!
Okay, this is the more whacky one.. Now I'm assembling some parts and designs in a computer, dunno why, perhaps for an assignment and somehow it turned into a video game. I played it for a while, I think, and suddenly I'm called to be a video game reviewer.. So i'm talking and talking and talking while playing video games.. Totally lost in my own world..
Anyway, I told the story to my older brother and he thinks that dreams sometimes symbolises something. He thinks the cheese naan is perhaps something I crave, lost, and might never get again (cos it's on a toll booth somewhere..) Any inputs, people?