We all had good dreams before. Sometimes, we remember it and most of the time, we don’t, but that happy feeling stayed and that’s a good feeling.

The best dream I had and one that I remember more than 10 years on – albeit romanticized now I would imagine – is me meeting Westlife. That was perhaps when I was 11 or 12 years old? The dream was insane and I loved every bit of it! I dreamt that I met them and we exchanged phone numbers. I was holding on to the paper with the number before it tragically flew away from my hands.

That was when I woke up.

I was so devastated when I woke up that I forced myself to sleep instantly, thinking that I could delve back into the dream again and continue it; perhaps stopping the car and running back again to ask for their number or get a quick peek at what the number was. However, dreams don’t work that way because I ended up sleeping in a dreamless sleep (or perhaps I did dream of something but couldn’t remember any of it).

I wish there was a way for us to make our dreams a reality – voluntarily of course, I wouldn’t want my nightmares to come to life. Yikes! Or at least, let us continue with that happy dream after a sudden waking up. “Let me sleep, let me sleep, let me sleeeeeppp!!!!!” I told my brain following the Westlife dream. *laughs*

I had a really weird but nice dream today though. I dreamt that I was forced to marry some guy as my parents have already paid his parents for my hand in marriage – I am assuming that he is hopeless in the love department. He turned out to be a really nice and sweet guy. Me forcing myself to love and care for him ended up with me actually loving and caring for him. It’s a weird situation to be in but it felt good for some reason. I’m sort of smiling at the thought of it. I don’t know how perfume went into the mix, but I dreamt of smelling his cologne as I pecked him on the neck.

Anyway, that dream left me with a feel-good feeling and that’s a really nice feeling to have!

I wish all dreams are like that!


Sprinkle me

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s