dreams. [those of the night]

i am still up and awake, as you can see.

am doing a little bit of geography, and was doing a good job but now i'm stuck at the much-dreaded 8m question. what are the advantages of controlled logging? in what way is this method sustainable? anybody?

o! i have remembered last night's dream. there was a huge library! and i got locked in overnight. isn't that wonderful? bliss!

it somehow reminds me of a dream i had once, many years ago. i was in a huge bookstore, [a bookstore, not a library. don't ask me how but i can tell the difference easily, somehow] with this really sullen face.

along came a butterfly, and that was when i had this wide grin on my face. i started chasing it throughout the bookstore, the grin insistent on my once-broody face.

that was one of my favourite dreams, really. i can never forget that one, although i still haven't figured out its meaning.

another one of my favourite dreams was the one on a train station platform. an MRT station, if you would; one of the underground stations. but which exact station i could never remember.

in this dream, i was seated, watching the trains come and go, the people board and alight. i was probably waiting for someone or something, but whoever or whatever it was didn't come or happen.

i had this dream many years ago.

a memory from late 2011; had sat at Pasir Ris' MRT station for hours, waiting for none other than zee MKI once. it wasn't an appointment, nothing of the sort. i knew he wouldn't be coming but i still sat there awaiting the dude's appearance.

i'd had many strange dreams all my life. all written down on the morning i awaken from them. call me crazy, but each time i read back those entries many years later, i would currently be in a similar predicament of that in the dream, if you get what i mean.

yupp. call me crazy. insane, if you would. but this insanity is what keeps me sane.

i told you, i have my own beliefs.