dream diary

read from the october issue of Female last week,
and this particular entry about keeping a Dream Diary hit me.
trying to get into ur subconscious (Freud, right?)
thru analysis of ur dreams.
sooo. i've decided to try and keep a dream diary.
i used to think abt them
but i realised i'll forget them after sometime.
so after reading the entry,
i've woken up to jot down vivid dreams in the morning.
we'll see what they show.
but i didnt have time to jot down this morning's,
so here they are on my blog.

i dreamt that i was playing soccer..
with of cos, a team,
and an opposing team.
however,
i was not very good in the game.
i was slow n all, but i kept managing to kick at the ball,
and i kinda shone.
the first goal i tried,
i missed,
and i kept apologising for it.
"sorry sorry i missed the goal"
then i realised the others couldn't do anything.
couldnt help me out cos they were worse than me.
then this one teammate came up n tried.
she was good.
got the goal and stuff
and the two of us just kept attacking--
which is weird, cos i used to do defence.
and no, it wasn't a competitive thing between me n her.
we were not competing, we were cooperating.
so we won,
1-0 or 2-0.
so much stuff to reflect on.

i also dreamt of my mommy--
oh yes i slept quite abit.
she called,
and me, thinking it's the tuition kid,
picked up but didn't hear her out.
then i realised it's her.
but it was too late..
she said she was going to china for awhile.
when i called back her phone was off already.
oh man.
i miss mommy.