Dream

The other night, I had a bit of a doze off on the bus, and dreamt about my mother, calling my name.

I can't explain devastation I had when I woke up, on the cold bus surrounded by silent people and the glowing dim light of the bus.....

But then I just realised today, I actually haven't been dreaming at all since I've left NZ.  My father used to say, having a dream is not always a good thing coz scientifically speaking, your brain is still active and not getting a proper sleep.  But then I'm surprised that I'm not having any dreams with all the worries and stress I have over here. Either that or I'm getting too old to remember what I dreamed??

I used to like seeing dreams.  I was excited to go to bed, although sometimes woke up screaming with nightmares.  And there is also sometimes I dream and don't know if it really happened or if it was just a dream.

The life now seems like like I'm in a dream coz nothing feels that real.  But then what ensure you that this is real life and it's not just a dream?? I may wake up one day realizing that I was only trapped in matrix for 25 years of my life..... meh who knows