Just got back from the SLCs an hour and a half ago. I think I'll must get some work done today but for now, I'm going to go on with my daily rant.

Let's begin with the best.

Hands down, the dream with Ian Somerhalder and Paul Welsey in it. I am not joking, I met the two of them in my dream like, a personal interview kind of meet. We were talking face to face (mostly with Ian Somerhalder) and he was making these funny, typical Damon liked behaviour comments. Literally, I was on one seat and he was on another and we were talking. It was so real I swear I did not even want it to end and even when I woke up, I was just thinking "wow, that was amazing". Even more amazing was I remembered every little detail. That, I mean, I just felt so wonderful that I got to see and talk to them in person, I don't care whether it was a dream. It seemed real enough.

I don't quite remember any of the others in such detail but there were some other good ones. For example, me meeting supposedly I'm guessing, that perfect guy on this hill filled with yellow daisies. I never got to see his face sadly. Oh and I still remember, there was another where I was some vampire  (I suppose way too obsessed with TVD?) along with my other family members and my dad and uncle were supposedly one of the "best" and we battled against other monsters. As much as it sounds like some fantasy online game, my inner gamer geek was pretty, woahed.

And then there was the horrible nightmarish dreams that I wanted to get out of so bad. Most of the time my "force open my eyes" technique would work in the dream but at crucial times, it'd fail me.

One of the worst dreams nightmares I had were the ones involving me, dying over and over again. Yep, try having a nightmare you could not get out of with you dying over and over and over again. I mean, I tried every way of dying possible - getting stabbed multiple times in the gut and hand by my own brother and other strangers, getting run over by the car and a huge jet plane, getting bombed, getting shot, getting sliced in half by lasers. Creepy. And as if the mental torture was not enough, I had to feel the physical pain of it as well, brilliant. So basically, I had to feel and see myself die over and over with no escape.

Then there was the other dream where I was bitten by a snake on my ankle and damn, did it hurt like a bitch. I can't describe the pain but it was piercing and just, horrible. And then there was another where I believe I was being chased down by some serial killer known as "Uncle Snip Snip"? I'm guessing he had a large pair of scissors that you'd use to trim the overgrown grass in your backyard. Not cool. I remember waking up and still seeing the image of him fade in a corner. Shivers.

And then of course, there is the classic one I've had when I was like 7. Which, btw, no one believes me up till today, not even my own parents. Thanks mom and dad for asking me to go back to my room and sleep when I came running over, terrified. Laugh all you want but the nightmare was that the wall (ceiling, really) was talking to me. It's funny now when you think about it yes, but hey when you wake up in the middle of the night seeing a bluish purple (I still remember yes) face on the ceiling talking to you, that was about as horrible as a nightmare can get to scare the shit out of you. I never understood what the ceiling was saying but gee, it was freaky. At least it wasn't like the dreams where I got killed over and over because this one never happened again. So far.

Then there is the plain weird and oddly fun dreams that just make you go "what the hell?" when you wake up.

This dream was as close to me being like those spies I watch in movies, as it could get. I was, a wanted fugitive. It may sound oddly scary but gee, it was pretty entertaining. Apparently my partner and I were supposed to rob this bank but I killed a cop in the process (Skills people, skills.) so I had to go to prison. On the way there, my dad broke me out of the prison van and we escaped. The entire family had to run away in our Honda Odyssey and just as we were about to pass a toll booth, we stopped by a convenience store to get some food and top up on gas. Sounding like a spy/wanted fugitive movie yet? And then, that was when we found out we did not have enough cash because my dad's credit card was frozen. So, my grandmother had to pay 300RMB (RMB? RMB?) which apparently, was lesser than what we actually had to pay. Then we got to this fancy high class hotel where we broke into this famous rich dude's room. We took a shower in the two bathrooms and then went down to the reception to tell them how we were one of the dude's friends and needed to wait for him. The hotel offered us, a suite. That's right, they offered a wanted fugitive and her family a suite.

"Even though he said no, I still insisted" the hotel manager said. We got into our suite and wooahh, 8 beds with 2 bathrooms. Weirdest thing was, it was free. We did not had to pay and when I asked my mom who was going to settle the bills. She told me one of my dad's friends in UK. And then I asked who was going to pay him back and my mom told me my dad would. Very, very odd but hey, I enjoyed the whole spy kinda twisted kinda wanted fugitive escape like those in the movies.

Then there were some other comical dreams like my floating around on top of a pillow (I'm guessing it was supposed to be the flying carpet?) and me gliding down electrical power wires killing people by running them over with buses. But well, I enjoyed them. Odd, but strangely exhilarating.

So that's all for now. Till later.