BUT, this time was an exception. I think, for me to actually remember and memorise the certain details of my dream(s), I would have to enjoy the dream(s) and wish it would never end. I just enjoyed a dream, so I remember a few things.
This dream was unexpected and very random, but what dream isnt, right?. It was on the night of my senior prom, and I was all pimped from head-to-toe, looking all fly and mingling with the crowd, basically having a real good time and enjoying mydreamself. Suddenly, I look over to the far wall and there they were, just standing there, non-chalantly; Peter Tait and Phil Jackson, two of my best friends from my days in the UK.
Oh, I got excited. Real excited. I remember in the dream, I skipped all the way to other side of the hall and just jumped between them. They were wearing suits and tux's, proper for the occasion, which is weird. The three of us sipped some bubbly and the first words that came out of their mouths were, "Hey, wanna follow us back to UK?". Naturally, I replied with a hasty and confident "YES".
So, in the dream, what follows next, is a scene at the airport(the thing is with dreams, you suddenly have the ability to cut unimportant scenes to make it more convenient haha), and I'm at the counter, making a purchase for a ticket to Great Britain.
This dream definitely made re-live the good times I had over there . I know the UK is not my home, but I've had so many special memories there, and its sentimental value creates a sense of home-sickness that I cant stand sometimes.
You know what's funny? The fact that the ticket was RM39.90 HAHA!
3 comments:
home isn't necessarily were you were born, i have found that home is more a less a state of mind, that's probably why you miss the U.K, i'm still trying to find home
hello.... your writing is very good..
interesting
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thank you i appreciate the compliment
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