A dream blog?
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...
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...