Sometimes dreams help me appreciate life better, appreciate things and people I take for granted, kind of.
Well last night I dreamt that it was late at night and I wasn’t sleeping yet, so somehow I went downstairs, walked around at the void deck, saw weird and strange people like I always do in my dreams. And then I finally decided to go back home, so I took the lift, and suddenly there was some burning fire thing behind me. Like a patch of the lift walls was on fire. And then in front of me, at the left corner of the lift where the buttons are, there was a face of someone, and it was moving. Just the face, and part of the neck I think, protruding out from the lift wall. It was pretty strange, everything felt weird.
Lift reached the floor which I live on without stopping due to the fire thankfully, and the doors opened and I saw two police officers. Or at least they seemed like policemen, with the uniform and all, but they didn’t look it. I told them the lift was on fire (sounds quite stupid). They just laughed and said it’s okay. Wth?
So I walked along the corridor to my house, and from afar I saw that the exterior of my house was blackish, and there was fire. Somehow I was too far from the house to run in there to look for my parents and my brother, I don’t know, but I called my home number instead. Nothing much, and then I saw them exiting the house, and right then in my dreams I thought that I’d blog about this incident (I somehow knew it was a dream) and how it helps me appreciate life and people better.
After that dream there were a few others. Dreamt that there was some Fac Outing thing at school, and other weird school-related stuff.
When I was having breakfast I was quite disturbed by the amount of plastic bakeries/confectioneries use. I mean, one piece of bread in one piece of plastic bag? But after thinking about it for a bit, I realised there might be no real solution. There can’t be a Bring Your Own Bag Day for breads, right? Putting the breads in plastic containers won’t help too much either, and paper bags might not do as well. S: Oh well. And then it led me to thinking about those shops and companies which print out flyers. One reason why I take those flyers people give out is that the people who’re giving out the flyers count on finishing their stack to make a living (this doesn’t include young punkish people who just want to make more money without the real need of it). But as I take the flyers I wonder if I’m encouraging such wastage of paper. I mean, when I was at Orchard MRT I received that flyer, and back in Tampines I received the same one. If there were 10 stacks at every train station, how much paper would that be? Someone should campaign against this, heh.
Alright that’s enough thoughts and typing for the morning, I feel so lazy. Bye.
Oh, I’m listening to NYCB’s Overture No. 2 for Wind Band now, and have I mentioned that it sounds amazing? :D The first note of the band was good. And the horns sound so togetherrrrr, I’ll never be able to do that phrase well on an individual standard, what more with the section. Had an msn convo with shark and wen ting last night, will post excerpts of it in the next post or something, ask me for password :D It’s regarding uh, band stuff, duh. Hahah.
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