Last night, I dreamt about this huge pothole on the road I was driving. The pothole is so big, a whole bus can go in. So, being the good citizen, I got down from my car and helped the workers to cover the pothole.
That left me totally tired when I woke up this morning. Got to do whatever I needed to do, came home and I took a nap. The nap lasted three hours and this time, I dreamt I was at some candlelight vigil and I was so busy running around, handling out things to the crowd. I woke up feeling even more tired.
Just now, we went to have a look at a penthouse apartment in Jelutong. Don’t let the word penthouse fooled you. It is a very big place with five bedrooms, four toilets and nicely furnished. Before we went, we prayed, “Lord, if the place is good for us, give us signs.” Indirectly, we are also saying, “Lord, if the place sucks, show us.”
Such a pity because the unit is really nice. But it is on the 23rd floor and by the time I got out from the lift, I felt my knees weak, the floor uneven and I get goosebumps when my little boy walked the corridor eventhough the height of the wall is higher than him. So, no way am I going to stay on a 23rd floor apartment because I will die of stress and fears of height. Oh ya, the name is penthouse but it is more like a high class low cost flats. No wonder it costs only $300K.
Sigh…why do I keep labouring and working in my dreams? Why can’t I dream of some nice, sweet dreams like being on a Swiss Alps with my dreamy, handsome, filthy rich, blonde hair, blue eyes old man instead?
Maybe before I go to sleep tonight I should watch a few rounds of ‘Made of Honour’ and hope I will dream of sking with a tycoon with loads of money who owns four castles for the four seasons. But knowing how I love to work and labour, I probably dream I am a ski butler working for deer valley ski rentals.
Then, tomorrow morning, I will wake up with aches all over my body again. Sigh…