Talking about a Dream

I wish I could have a Polaroid camera installed in my head, so that I can easily push the button whenever I have a good dream in my sleep. It’s too bad that when I wake up from a dream, I will still be able to remember what it was about for some seconds, but then it suddenly disappears without a trace in the next second.

If you ask why Polaroid camera instead of digital video camera: nah… in my point of view, Polaroid camera would be the most appropriate tool that can make a dream remain as much possible as a dream. No repository; dreamy colors; printed in patches, which will make it stay as mysterious as it is as you try to solve the puzzle and the meaning behind. Got confused by this explanation? Don’t worry, I’m no less confused…

But I do remember some of my dreams. Though these sticky ones are usually the kind of nightmares full of terrors. Most of them are about chasing. Either I chase some people or I am the one who’s being chased and in hidings. Sometimes I dream the same dream over and over again. I dreamed about my childhood house and high school several times, even though some locations were unreal. Some dreams are like déjà vu, where I would tell myself inside the dream, “I think I’ve been here before, I knew this would have happened!” or during a bad nightmare, “Wake up, wake up, it’s just a dream.”

When I was a child I sleeptalked a couple of times. I know ‘cos my mom said so and I woke up one time still laughing so hard. I don’t know whether I still do it until now, but I don’t think so. Never had a terrifying or a hilarious dream for a long time now (the only way that caused me sleeptalking). Maybe it’s because I don’t have any unconscious anxiety in my mind nor that I run into a super funny conversation with friends lately. A bit sad for the last part. I can’t remember when was the last time I laugh until my stomach hurt.
Instead, I’m having such a terrible stomachache since the morning. That’s why mama said not to put just any trash into your stomach. Huhuhu…

the Victims of Love

Let's play this number from Hugh Grant and Haley Bennet first before you continue reading.
Way back into Love 


Today I chatted with a friend. Somehow we stumbled talking about romance; about his crush on his classmate and my own long lost crush. The conversation itself was funny. I found my new talent on giving foolish advises and developing a love philosophy. "It's like looking at the menu in a luxurious french restaurant, where they offer a looooooong list of food, and none that I understand. So can't pick out anything. Wasting time seeing and studying all of the menu and in the end decide that the price are too expensive," so I told him, reflecting our journey in seeking a true love. I think I was inspired by someone in a movie. Otherwise I won't be able to say that kind of poetic sentence, lol...

Talking about love betrayal, it's my second time now to hear a story about someone whose partner had been snatched by his/her own best friend. It's definitely a heart-ripping experience to anyone who has been betrayed in such way, not only by his lover, but also by his closest friend. Whom else can he put his trust on then? And these two friends of mine, the victims of love, had built their relationship for years.
Could there be any excuse for the "enemy in the blanket"? Perhaps, the traitors also had some struggle inside their heart while they were doing what they did. What if they also suffered in the past, trying to suppress their forbidden feelings. Who knows if they were really made for each other, and not for my friends... Who knows...

However, it is still something unforgivable for my friends. Hope they won't kick my ass if they read this consideration. Yeah, it's so easy to talk. If it happens to me, I most likely won't be able to let go also.