Too stressed out to sleep deep and have a dream for a very long time already.
Lately, I’ve had two dreams.
Last week: Trying to get off an airplane about to crash and burn. I wonder how I managed to escape…
Last night: Taking a train to HongKong, wondering why I left my Hon, and clicking the shutter button of my camera without an image being developed. This was a dream that was sooo real. Upon waking up, I instantly figured that the strange train bound to HK doesn’t exist, that I have plans of going there with my Hon but it’s impossible that I wouldn’t tag her along with me, and my camera had charged battery but why wouldn’t it work..
One in black and white, the other in vivid colors. Don’t know what’s with color and dreams; but I think both images of transport–plane and train–signify my journey in life. Just hoping and praying that I am traveling in the right direction.