A Collection of Dreams

15 / 5/2011. In my dream, my friend was my boyfriend

It was snowing, all I felt was cold. I could only remember vaguely that the weatherman had said something about the global climate’s over cooling process. Yes, Singapore was snowing.

We were at a park and I felt warmth flush across my cheeks as i leaned against his shoulder. I don’t remember how or why we were at the park though, all I wanted was to be next to him for the time being. It was probably after tuition or something.

He holds my hand. I saw his lips move but I couldn’t hear his voice. He’s saying something, but what?  He smiles and I smiled back at him. This serenity, I could dwell in it forever. He places his hands on my back and rubs it, trying to keep me warm as I finally dozed off to sleep.

I woke up, comfortably on my bed but my hair was standing on its end. Singapore was back to it year round summer. It was a dream. I hadn’t had any sort of after sleep brain activity for the past seven months. Why had I been dreaming then? It’s not normal, it was scaring me. No it was a nightmare.

Had he had the same dream as me?

Had God implanted these visions into our heads as we slept?  If so, is this our fate?

I find myself thinking about him now , my mind dictated by his words , his smile.  I feel a tightening within my chest. Oh no , I’ve forgotten to breath , I’m falling in love. I’m falling into an endless pit......