What is this?

I'm updating???
\o\ \o/ /o/ <-[people cheering]

I'm here to record a dream I had the other night.

I dreamed I was back in secondary school. I know it was Sports Day because people were running in track suits and I was in a cheerleading uniform.
I dreamed a big black cloud suddenly rolled over the stadium (which we were in, which is weird since my secondary school never had Sports Day in a stadium).
I dreamed it started to thunder and I looked up.. only to find fire.. and cloud. It was an odd mix of black cloud and fire that could be seen amongst the black fluff.
I dreamed that a man, holding a lit torch, was running in the stands towards the black cloud and with a sick smile, a demonic laugh (and face, by the way), he jumped into the cloud.
I dreamed that it started to rain sparks. The type of sparks you see when someone welds.
I FELT the sparks on my skin and it burned so bad (which is strange since those sparks don't actually hurt normally)
I dreamed that I was stuck and couldn't run and a guy ran towards me, pushed me down and covered me but I could still feel the burns on my legs.

I woke up that night perplexed and completely at a lost for the first time in a long time.
I can never interpret my dreams but this is the first dream that had something as real as Sports Day and a stadium.

I fell back asleep and I started dreaming again. The continuation.

I was with Christina.
I walked into her house (which isn't actually her REAL house in REAL life) and I opened the back door that led into the very same stadium.
I said "Isn't it so weird? What happened yesterday?"
She said "What happened yesterday?"
I said "The cloud? The guy? The sparks? I still feel the pain"
She said "Uh, Lyd, nothing happened yesterday"

And then I woke up to go to work.

WEIRD.
Even SJ agrees with me that it's weird.
As I remembered, the Torch Guy looked like a demon. His eyes weren't really eyes, his lips weren't really lips and his nose wasn't really a nose.
He looked human but not.
Does that make sense?

TRUTH : I don't blog as I used to.

FALSE : I try.

TRUTH : There's too many things going on.

FALSE : There's too little time in the day.

So.. see ya when I see ya.

I always say that I feel satisfied with my job when I see people having fun and not complaining during the event.
But today, despite his drunkenness, repetitive-ness and long winded-ness... I would say that I was quite pleased that he bothered to come up to us four (Natasha, Bread-chan, SJ and I) to tell us that he was impressed with our work. Thanks :)

Today's event was relatively small in comparison to the ones I've been doing but it was fun.

I left my notebook in the hotel and I'm feeling quite depressed about it.
I hate losing things and I don't know why I lose things so easily.
I really don't know.
I actually take the effort to NOT lose things and yet I still do.

Kinda hate myself sometimes.

*sigh*

Dream, dream, dream...

Ever woke up deep in thought?
That's what I've been doing for the past few weeks.
I wake up deep in thought because I've been dreaming of the past and I'm wondering why.

*cue emo music*

But seriously. I am.

I've been dreaming up my past experiences, past meetings and past acquaintances.
The good, the bad and the better off forgotten.

I have dreamed of Loaf and I discussing Sailormoon in Standard 2.
I dreamed of Nut and I in Standard5 talking while waiting for the stairs' shutter to open.
I dreamed of the time I sat on the same chair as SJ in Standard 4 copying notes from the blackboard.
I dreamed of Michelle crying in Standard 3 because of something Intan said.
I dreamed of Ain, Atikah, Aisyah, Rachel, Nut and I in Standard 1.. all sitting around the same tables.
I even dreamed of people that I no longer can remember.... when awake.
I dreamed of my kindergarten friends... that girl I coloured with for the competition. The girl with the thick headbands. The girl with the straight long hair. The girl who said she wanted to become a mother. The boy who never buttoned up his shirt. The boy who kept crying.

WHY?

My dreams have always been weird but they've never been REAL.
Now I'm dreaming of things that has happened in the past and I do not know why.
I have not been thinking about it lately.
I have not been second guessing my life decisions.
I have not been missing friends or anything.

I want to know why because I could really use a good night's sleep.