Dreams and beyond

Do you have dreams when you sleep?
I certainly do at times.
The baby bear however insists he never have dreams when he sleeps at night. Although that is quite understandable (coming from him, cos he is a pig that snores the moment his head reaches the pillow), but isn't it weird not to dream at all?
I mean, how boring can it be? To just close the eyes and the next moment you're due to wake?
Somehow dreams make sleeping all so fulfilling and complete sometimes.

Not this time though.

I had 2 consecutively weird dreams that really creeped me out.

The first of two dreams saw me taking part in Singapore Idol (hah-the-hah hah hah). I mean, ME? Singapore Idol? I knew that was definitely a dream.
Anyhow strangely I was due to be singing in front of a live audience with the judges and all. However, backstage, just right before I had to go up, I realise i could not remember the lyrics to the song that I was singing. And it was a chinese song alright.
I tried to pick up the first few lines, but everything was unfamiliar. I've never heard that song before!!!
I begged for the judges and producers to let me choose another song but the insist that since I've chose my song, I cannot change.
So well, I withdrew from the competition.

Actually midway through the dream, I was so agitated about not knowing the song that I was supposed to sing, I remember vividly saying, "this is all a dream, and I want to stop having this dream because it sucks"
And so I did have another weirder dream.

The next dream was fuzzy, and I can't remember much of it though it was the dream closer to the time I reluctantly woke up.
All I do remember was, I got shot in the stomach by a shotgun, there was a hole in the stomach which I gripped very tightly at hoping to stop the blood from flowing (so I wouldn't die).
It's funny because I remember my flesh self having a faint stomach ache, and I did grab my stomach whilst sleeping. I know this because when I woke, my hands were around my tummy.

Bah.
This is a clear result of too many CSIs on Sunday and James Patterson book before bed.

On a more sadistic note, I actually like nightmares like the ones I had (yes, they border along the lines of a nightmare). Because when I wake up in the morning, I am glad I snapped out of that crazy dream and reality seemed a tad bit more inviting than those silly dreams.

Give and take a day or two and I will be back whining about cruel reality.
But for now.
I am suitably satisfied.

On a more flippant note (ok, not that the above was any serious), but I realise the movie-star-like-japanese dude in my company is very distracting.
He dons a suit (with tie) like every single day.
AND he's always standing outside the main entrance of the shop with designer carriers waiting for who-knows-what (I can only speculate its either pickups or the very privileged members)
He is distracting because he stands in that bloody suit with that bloody rosy cheeks and trimmed eyes brows, he head burrowed beneath the notes that he sometimes have with him, and strangely, I always have to see him there during lunch.
Such that it becomes very awkward. (Because he caught us gossiping about him some time back)

Everytime I see him standing at that same spot, I feel as if I am watching some Japanese serial taking place. In other words, let's just say he will never be out of place in a Jap drama serial and/or movie.
Yes.
He is that drool-worthy.











Did you hear that?
The ferocious growl of the not-too-happy bear?