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Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop He Had a Bad Dream
Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop He Had a Bad Dream | He Had a Bad Dream |
| Tuesday, 26 May 2009 | |
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I have my morning routine: I pray upon waking up (even at times that I am still half-asleep) then I would usually stay in bed (is it a sleep number bed?) for a few minutes then drag myself out of it, stretch a little and turn on GreenApple, see if there's something worth my time online. Then I'd go on with the rest of my day. Have my usual breakfast of freshly brewed coffee, toasted bread and butter (you should see the size of ICBINB that Ate bought this time-- BIG! LOL!). That's I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, by the way. Good thing they have that here. I got addicted to toasted bread/pan de sal and butter, eh. With ICBINB, I do not have to worry about my cholesterol intake. Oooppss that's not my story... Yesterday morning I was surprised by J/OT's message (later on I found the same message in my inbox-- sorry, I wasn't paying attention to my other email). I can't remember the last time we talked. The last thing I knew about him was that he's finally back to the corporate world. And it's only yesterday that he knew that I already flew in here. Anyways... he wanted to know if I am all right. He said he had a bad dream about me committing the ultimate sin (oh my!). I can only speak of that figuratively but never do it literally, like today, I can say that he's right. I have recently killed something in me. But yes, I am still alive. Thanks for the concern J/OT. Come to think of it, there's a reason why we dream about people. It could be that you need to pray for them. It could be that you needed to be reminded about something, and so on and so forth... Today I could say that the reason was obvious-- we both needed to touch base. I needed to let go of my guilt about leaving without saying goodbye to his family. I am not the kind of person who would burn bridges when these people have been so nice to me. And he, on the other hand, had to be reminded that with or without me, he can bring back the fun and adventure in his life. Just reach out. The rest awaits for your comeback! Dreams. Ugh! I can't remember the last time I had one. Or maybe I was too lazy to remember when I wake up. *hehe*... which reminds me, I used to have a dream journal. NOTE: You have to have it beside your bed all the time. You see, sometimes we wake up from a dream in the middle of the night and sometimes we wish we could continue dreaming the same dream but most often that doesn't happen. And oftentimes we forget about our dream the moment we wake up. Dreams. Maybe they are worthless. I say, they're not. It could simply mean, get in touch! I am happy that he did.  |
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