so i havnt been blogging for awhile
not,from lack of time i assure u
but rather from sheer laziness,heh
this entry i wanna dedicate to a dream i had recently
about two nights ago i think
nothing special about the dream but i just wanna put it in writing
because i get this ridiculous joy from recalling and reading about my dreams
just a warning,if u wud rather NOT hear about my dream
dont bother reading :)
so anyhoo,
in the dream i was already in UK i think
and theres this really big bash to celebrate all the freshmens that year
and i was at this night market browsing thru old used books
when i found this one book,a collection of poems or short stories of a sort
and suprise suprise! one of the authors is yours truly
And i was looking around trying to catch someone's attention to tell them
hey,thats me!
im actually published :)
but no one seemed to notice me
Until this one chinese lady said "yes, i know u wrote it,Iman"
and the thing is i dont even know this lady
so she introduced herself and said that she read my application to Nottingham
her name was Bess and she was this spunky little grandma complete with a scottish burr of an accent
quite hard to understand what she was saying,actually
and then i got to walking around the market with her
when we came across a group of blacks or african american
they were in a heated discussion
but Bess managed to cut in and talk to the leader
who was of paler skin than the rest making me guess that he was of mixed parentage?
anyhoo,awesome bone structures and a to-die-for voice
u know,slightly scratchy,completely manly,pure sin.heh.
Needless to say i fell head over heels in...lust?hahahaha
no no crush is more like it
Turns out they where this drama cum stage or something club or something
i didnt really get that part
and then Bess said she wanted to put syafea's name down for the society
[see syafea tu tandanye kene pegi UK!;p]
but then the drool-worthy guy said that they're associated to Manchester Uni only
and suddenly i heard my voice piping in saying im going to manchester
and then he turned to me and did this slow smile thing and said"yeah?"
and i swear i practically died on the spot,heh
After that was kinda a blur with him getting my name wrong and wutnots
but in the end he was suppose to drive me and syafea to our halls
so we drove to syafea's first and i helped her with her stuff and bla bla pretty boring
all i remember was i left him in the car for quite a long time lah
Anyhoo,suddenly the scene changed
And i was at this party,and i discovered that the guy was actually a detective
[im hoping scotland yard or interpol,tho i dont remember any such detail from my dream,heh]
And he was actually sent to protect me from the very beginning
So i was looking for him throughout the party,asking around and such
And get this,get this
HE DIED!!!!!
of young age!
is that the most stupidest thing u hav ever heard or what??!!
dying of young age is a completely dumb never-heard-of concept if u ask me
but thats why its a dream lah kan...sighhhhh
so thats the end
and to be honest, i still feel a bit miffed
and betrayed
and heartbroken
its so completely unfair
i know its foolish of me,
but i do so love to ponder over my dreams
and i've gotta tell u this one has got my mind going around in circles
and its still a bit unsettled.
