Tag Archive: nightmares



It’s been a while since I had a dream that caused me to wake up at 5am, shaking. What sucks even more is that I don’t have anyone around to hold me until I stop shaking. And then lastly, I can’t even talk about the stupid dream because of the contents. It was just so bizarre and unreal though… But it seemed real.


Over the past two nights, I’ve had a damn good time. It’s been great – made me happy. I have Shaan-kun to thank for that. He’s such a great guy but he won’t admit to it. Ah well, eh? I’m sure I’ll convince him eventually.
Last night, however, I had… A bad dream. I dreamt that I’d died but I still walked as though I was living. People still spoke to me and I could still touch things and move them. It was hard to comprehend. There was a live recording of a song playing on the television in a strange house that I didn’t recognise. I recognised the singer though, unfortunately… I also attended my own funeral. Ha. I made highly sarcastic comments at every given opportunity. Sounds like me, right? So like me it’s unreal. My mother visited my grave a few weeks later. I went with her. It looked like she was the only one that visited.

Don’t Think, Feel


I had a bad dream last night. It made me question a lot of things… I won’t write too much about it because I don’t remember much about it and I don’t want to talk about it either… But I’ll be fine. No worries. It was only a dream…

Major Update


I haven’t posted in a while… Quite a bit has happened since then. My Oppa visited a lot; I met his best friend; went to a festival; got drunk for the first time; and had strange sleeping patterns. The Summer holidays have been considerably good to me so far.

The festival I went to with a group of friends was Stoke Pride. It was a festival to celebrate the large collection of homosexual, bisexual and transexual people we have in our city. It was held in a park near the city centre and the line was absolutely huge! We had our bags searched (deciding that it was to prevent homophobe terrorism) and got paper wristbands that ended up crumpled. There were a lot of interesting people at Pride. Quite a number of them dressed up. There was a guy there who we named Dracula because he wore a cape and all black clothes and had pale complexion. He was quite cool, we taught him the caramel dansen. There was also a guy dressed in white short shorts and angel wings. He pulled it off quite well, actually… There was someone on stilts too and many of the guys were cross dressing. All good fun. Sadly, the on stage entertainment was a bunch of lip syncers singing popluar songs. No songs I like were played. I bought candy floss for my mother, she was happy about that, and we got quite a number of “freebies” from the stalls that were put up. My Oppa insisted on buying me a lighter and a Polari Lounge teddy bear keyring ’cause I wanted them but didn’t want to spend any money… It was nice of him, made me smile. Though I’d rather he didn’t spend his money on me.

After Pride was finished and the entertainment was finished and the stalls were all pulled down, my Oppa’s friend turned up and I finally got to meet him. He seemed nice, a little perverted, mind, and decided he wanted to get drunk with me and Oppa and his girl some time. He also wanted to go camping with us. Oppa said no because of how his friend asked him… I don’t blame him.

After all that, we went to a friend’s house and slept over after getting drunk. It was a lot of fun. Turns out I’m a horny drunk (totally expected of me…). I think the drink may have just amplified my mood. I did a lot of dancing. I like dancing but I suck at it so I don’t do it very often. Everybody had a good time. I’d like to do it again.

Yesterday morning, I woke up at 4am after having a nightmare. Yeah, I know, it sounds childish. Luckily, my Oppa was sleeping over and he came and held me like he did before. It was nice. I like it when he does that… This morning I woke up at about 11am. Go figure.

Last night, my beloved older sister began to go into labour. She’s finally going to give birth after so many days past her due date. She was due on the second of August. Apparently, she’s gone into slow labour and may be sent home later in the day. Poor girl. But it’ll be okay because she’ll give birth to my beautiful baby niece. I’m actually quite excited. Hopefully the birth goes well. More updates on that later.

Dreams. Bad Ones.


Lately I’ve been having a lot of dreams. Dreams you would probably call bad… But I don’t call all of them bad. They’re mostly confusing. Some scare me. Some REALLY scare me. Some I’ve dreamt before… Some just make me think. Which is bad in itself anyway.

The dream that stood out last night was about my ex boyfriend. I have no idea why I was dreaming about him but I did and it left me confused when I woke up and made me think… The weird thing is I only remember one detail… What I remember is he inboxed me on Facebook… And it was a really long message… I just wish I knew what it said.