Nov 24, 2010 14:11
Life seems to be repeating itself and there is increasingly less and less that is worth mentioning these days. Day in and day out, the cycle goes on; I wake up, I go to work, I go home, I might hang out with the guys, I might meet someone up, I go home, I go to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat.
My emotions have stabilised greatly since the past few years and there really is no need to revisit that. I'm not the type to rant about work cos honestly, I do still enjoy it although demotivation is creeping up on me slowly like a sneaky slithering thing. *shudders*
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I don't dream much. I'm not too sure what that means but I'm guessing I either don't remember if I actually DID dream or I am an actual vegetable when I close my eyes. But I find when I DO dream, they're very interesting... From last night, I can remember two parts:
1)
I dreamt that I was a swimmer. It was me in a totally different body ( a hot one at that!) and was winning medals and breaking records. I was celebrated and there was definitely a feeling of accomplishment. I can't recall the place or occasion though...
2)
There were corridors like in school. Everybody else seemed to be in their late teens and running towards a particular door. In front of that door was a sort of reception table (which looked like a bar top). The group of people seemed very international though.
Then one of then was carrying a pile of papers, handed me one and asked me if I was ok with Japanese music. As I looked down, it was a music sheet but can't remember any details such as the name of the song.
As I turn to my right, there is a Caucasian guy. Long face, strong jaw... could have easily been a bully but wasn't very physical with anybody. Some of us, including him walked down the hallway into a lounge and we sat around. Then a girl came to sit beside him and proceeded to fondle him. The two then get it on although there was no penetration involved.
There was a point where she was wearing nothing below her waist and simply grinded against him. Then with a shout of "Next stop, Disneyland!" he came all over her buttcheeks.
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I'm pretty sure if this blog ends up being a collection of dreams, some people WILL be wondering what sort of drugs I'm on...