i like my dreams

Posted in Uncategorized by Diana on July 28, 2011

The highest joy of man should be the growth of personality.

– Johann Wolfgang Goethe

During my holiday In Spain, my dreams often related to me COSing from service. Except I was posted in China, not Morocco. COSing, even in my dreams, felt like such a big accomplishment. Looking forward to feeling the real emotions come May 2012.

This morning I woke up from a series of dreams.

Dream #1: I was at a wedding reception, sitting across a round table from one of my elementary school friends. One of my PC friends phoned said elementary school classmate, apparently he was one of our mutual friends, to find out whether I had brought anyone to the reception with me. I responded no. After my classmate relayed my answer to my PC friend, PC friend, apparently satisfied with my answer, then asked my classmate to keep me entertained until he arrived. Basically, PC friend, who was running late, asked my classmate to be his wingman until he arrived.

Equally if not more memorable than that scene was the dress I wore for that wedding reception. It was a long white heart-shaped (surprising since I don’t usually wear that style, then again, maybe that’s because I haven’t found any I like) dress with a floral design on the bottom made from a light airy material. Simply put, it was beautiful, tasteful and elegant. Must’ve been a spring or summer wedding then, haha. I hope I come across that dress one day! 🙂

Dream #2: Also wedding-themed. I was looking at wedding photos with a group of mostly female friends. This might’ve been a bridal shower…or wedding rehearsal get-together. Next thing I know, same PC friend from dream #1 appear with his partner-in-crime, except that they’re not in their regular clothes. Rather, they got a hold/into our suitcases and decided to play dress up because these two fellas are wearing two bold colored, short (and especially on them) tight dresses. They could hardly contain their laughter as they walked out to “model” their new looks. They looked hilarious in those tight dresses. Do guys ever grow up? Hahaha.

Dream #3: I was in the outside kitchen cooking with my mom. My dad had stopped by my mom’s place for a bit. After he left, my dad’s second ex-wife, accompanied by another man who I could only guess was her new husband, appeared at my mom’s house (except it wasn’t her actual house) looking for my father. I’m a terrible liar so I told them my father had in fact just been there. Maybe my mom knew more than I did because she negated my answer, saying he had not been there. As the three of them continued to talk (and I not wanting to be involved), I took the food I was preparing to the other outside kitchen. What’s strange about that dream is that, in reality, my father isn’t alive anymore.



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