the science of sleep part II

apparently, blogger didn't delete my ENTIRE post. the remnants are as...

i've been toying with the idea of putting this blog to rest. after all, i haven't written in it, nobody reads it and really, what's the point?

i don't have much to say these days. i have a theory though, one i've enthusiastically shared with anyone who cares to listen. here goes... i used to lie in bed and scribble in my diary day and night, then transference demanded that i blog just as obsessively. eventually i got so busy, i stopped writing OR blogging altogether. which is when i started getting those dreams.

i'm beginning to think i'm psychic, judging from some of my eerily accurate? dreams.

on a similar note, i had a normal, non-psychic dream the other night. one minute i was planting sunflowers in a row, by the beach. the next thing i know, i'm riding on a pure white horse (like gandalf's in LOTR) alongside my sister, on a similarly striking black one, around a multi storey parking lot. my mother was driving 3 cars towed to one another (hard to explain but i'll keep going), and even drove up the wall in order to get out of the building, cars and all in tact.

i was lovingly stroking my horse's mane when he trotted up to a stable inside the shopping mall and simply shrugged me off. i fell into the arms of a cute stable boy, who promptly went off to find a replacement horse for me. there was a long queue of people waiting to ride the horses, but for some unfathomable reason, everyone was standing around in tshirts and underwear.

weird huh? i love when i get dreams like that; that make completely no sense at all.

my point is, i think my thoughts are manifesting themselves in my dreams... because they have no outlet to be expressed during the day, so they appear at night. if only there was job where i could sleep all day and sell my dreams to hollywood scriptwriters. that dude, the one who directed the science of sleep would so dig my dreams. i can't remember his name for the life of me, a travesty, i know.

ah! how cute and coincidental is that? the science of sleep?! selling my dreams to scriptwriters to write into movies. get it? get it?

okay fine. i get cheap thrills from things like this. sue me.