What Dreams May Come
I know I am using a movie title for my post, but I was thinking about it. How true can one’s dreams be? Mine are always freaky weird. One scientific theory or whatever says people who snore heavily at night usually don’t dream. I guess I don’t snore much!
That’s always great to know. Dreams are mysterious. They are your unconscious talking to you. Telling you something. But how true are your dreams, and the symbolism behind it. The scenes, the people, the crazy conversations. Usually my dreams make no sense, but it is usually about people around me. I don’t have recurring dreams either. So total randomness…
However, I do have nightmares from time to time. Not often. In Islam, it is said that if you have bad dreams that the devil is playing with your head. So it is better to say prayers before sleep and have Quran always nearby you. Once I heard that and read more into it I do believe it to be true. It makes sense. Why would you have nightmares unless it is derived from evil?
The worse dreams are the ones that I can’t tell if it is true or not. Like I always have past recollections of events. However, I don’t remember they are events that really happened, or dreams. So reality and the unconsciousness mixed. Freaky eh?
Moreover, the worse dreams are the ones where I wake up in the middle of the night not being able to breath. I don’t even remember the dream. I just wake up from shock. Not remember a thing and takes me a few minutes to get my breathing back to normal. It only happened to me like 2 times or 3 I think in my life. I hope I never have any ever again. It is usually cause of depression and stress.. but lately I am cool. I sleep on my right side and I sleep well. At times I do admit that I cannot sleep at all and have to take sleeping pills to get me to sleep, but I have not been doing that lately.. I have been good and I am so busy during the day by the time it is 9:30 or 10 I get so sleepy.. Zzzz.. It is great!
Dreamy dreamy land.. I am going soon to my lala land.. but maybe I should dry my hair first!






I decided to make a plan for my day. Here I am early morning waiting for the day to begin. I got so much to do. I got aerobics class at 8:45 am. I have to get back home and polish up and look all pretty by the afternoon. I have a stupid engagement party to go to. I am forced to go to it. At times since my mom drove me nutz about it I felt like saying, “no I do no want to go”. I should have said that. I don’t know why I keep getting dragged into it anyways. I don’t choose my own clothes because my mom wants me to dress a certain way like I am her Barbie doll. Because she knows all about fashion and how girls should wear. I first bought a stupid skirt that she approved and said it is nice. It is nice and cute and short. (I like wearing short skirts).. so then the next day we go to the mall again and she sees another skirt and says, no YOU are wearing this. This looks better and longer. (knee high).. I am like wtf. Why you made me buy the other one. I have a short fuse and I told her I am not paying for it, I am sick of buying clothes that out of no where you agree or not agree to it. So she paid for it and is forcing me to wear it. I just gave up and didn’t care. (as long I didn’t have to pay for it!) I don’t know why she does it. Half the time I feel she is embarrassed that I am her daughter in front of other people. I mean she should be. I am 26, not married nor engaged. I don’t have a real future path. I seem disinterested about most things in the world, and people my age have 3 kids by now!
