Tuesday, May 22, 2007 .

More of the vividly illusive dreams. It robs your sleep and replaces it with images that you've long stopped believing. Ideas that are obviously fantastical, yet occuring here, at home. You wouldn't have to think twice to realise that sooner or later, it would all end with you waking up. Prematurely realising it's a dream takes away the fun of it, as well as makes you feel immortal. The knowledge of not being able to die - it makes you wilfully ignorant.

Weeks ago, Seb was shagging Pat Lee (he'd be happy to do that), and in another, i was battling Sylar and made a bridge fall on him. Just now, during a nap, a stranger and I could drive gun-metal Ferarris cross-terrain, up stairs, and even made it glide with the help of thrusters and wings. Damn lame. For a moment i felt like i was the lame-ass who wrote the Eragon series of books, which had a childish storyline with a childish spin-off movie that had a childish theme song, sung by a childish Canadian ex-rocker-chick-turned-teeny-bopper (childish!), who's now married to an equally childish Canadian punk-rocker. They're like, so whatever!

Besides the dreams, were more annoying incidents, made worse by it's frequency. There's apparently this family who lives some floors above that constantly pounds the floor with what would sound like a large mallet. And it happens any time of the day, or night for that matter. My mum once woke up to the persistent drumming noise at 4am, but it usually occurs in the morning, between 8 to 11. Then there's the all-too-familiar Garang Guni Man whom I'd love to snipe one day. The old lady who bangs on your door when she's here to collect papers. I swear she has no consideration for others. And finally, mummy's friends who call all day long. I wanna shoot all of the above people, point-blank, in the head, with a shotgun.

screaming infidelity at 5:51 PM
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