I Need a Dream Catcher

Ever since I could remember,

I’ve barely ever had gooood dreams

Or bad nightmares, for that matter.

My dreams have always been…

Utterly weird.

Utterly meaningless.

Those dreams that make you go “Huh???” when you wake up.

Or sometimes I wake up laughing at how stupidly dumb it was.

But most of the time I just ignore it.

I mean, really, I dreamt I once took a ship to school.

Like those huge Titanic ones.

I don’t remember if there was any water for the ship to sail on.

There probably wasn’t.

Behh.

But this morning,

I woke up crying.

AwwWww…  

HeHe.

Yeah, I dreamt a good friend of mine was going to die.

LoL okayy, I dreamt Christopher was gonna die.

*Touch wood*

Like, due to some unrealistic ritual thingy that I can’t be bothered to remember.

But it was damn sad okayyy.

Really.

Don’t die Chris! Don’t die!!!

>.<

*tears*

But then I woke up this morning.

And my hands just automatically reached for Sammy (my phone, sillies)

And there it was.

A message from Chris.

*PHEW!*

He’s still alive  

Speaking of dreams,

I used to keep a logbook of all my dreams

It was called “My Book of Dreams”

…

It was a very long time ago lar.

Hence, the corny name.

Anyway, moving on…

Hee Hee, you should try it.

It’s really fun to go back one day and read back on all your dreams

‘Cos you never remember them anyway.

And this Book of Dreams was kept under my pillow

‘Cos you cannot wait for more than half an hour after you wake up, then only you write it down…

You will forget the minor details

That makes all the funny difference =D

Hee Hee

Tips on how to write your very own Book of Dreams ^_~

But anyways, screw that,

‘Cos it got so darn tedious to wake up and grab that pen and book and start writing.

I wanna go back to sleep, you know.

And with my sleeping disorder that won’t allow me to go back to sleep,

I’ve learnt to hate writing into that logbook.

Hat Hate Hate

The countless times I had panda eyes for the entire day

And the even more times I was late for school.

Thanks to that darned Book of Dreams.

Hmm.

LMAO

I’m reading that darned book now.

There’s one with me and Aaron playing pool

Only there were no balls.

We were shooting…

Hangers.

Like, coat-hangers.

…

Don’t ask.

Physics don’t apply in dreams

O.O

HeeHee, one where my huuuge crush likes me.

La la la la… fairytale dreams are fun =D

But so bimbotically teen-flick-movie-like.

And one terrible nightmare that I got so fat, just the day before my prom.

 gasp!

Whoah, ok now THAT was terrifying.

Okay, so there, I’ve had at least one nightmare =p

Oh, I was holidaying in China,

But I had to go to prison O.O

And I was busy worrying about how to tell my parents that the trial at court thingy was gonna clash with my Mid Term Exams.

O.O

I’m not weird.

I don’t have issues.

And I certainly do not need therapy

Hee Hee.

I should publish my Book of Dreams, shouldn’t I?

And makes lots and lots of money out of it.

It should be a best-seller =)

Watch out world!

Here I come!