Sunday, August 05, 2007 .

5 of us.
1. a critical man in his 50s.
2. his daughter, who's suppose to help with the tennis skills that i'm seriously lacking.
3. my friend Gloria.
4. blurry character who could have been either my sister or a really good guy friend.
5. myself.

i'm beginning to think that my mental architecture is made up of many winding stairs and ramps. cos that's what appeared again.
We were at a country club playing (no coincidence) tennis, but seemed to be spening more time driving around the club, up and down those bloody ramps. It, as usual, felt oh-so-strangely familiar, so surreal. But why wouldn't it? It's a freaking dream. I felt used to the old uncle's criticism of my shitty backhand and inability to serve properly.

In any case, we shifted from that scene, somewhat abruptly into another scene.
Old house. I mean really, really haunted house old. We were running away from vampires.
The other 4 people morphed into my family members. Well, sorta.
There was a mother figure, father-leader figure, and two siblings/good friends.
Good news, we've got superhuman abilities. Nothing fancy, just running really fast, jumping really far, punching through walls kinda thing.
Bad news, mummy died. And i felt so sick that i woke up feeling the pangs of loss in my chest. Like my lungs were imploding. Hated it.

I'm just writing this in case i forget what i dreamt about.

screaming infidelity at 3:18 PM
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