Dying

So yeah, the cat has been a lot more quiet last weekend - I only woke up four times between 1-5 on Saturday and possibly thrice on Sunday from 2-9. So now that that episode has ended (next weekend she'll be back at my brother's place), naturally a new one has already come to take its place. I am remembering my dreams. That's right, I've been trying so hard for the last 8 years to remember them, from meditation to a dream diary to pretty much everything, and now it just unexpectedly made its way into my life. Of course, now that I'm about to write about it, I've completely forgotten the dream of Saturday, but Sunday's dream is still there pretty much.

( Cut for censorship: Includes guns, blood and gore )

There was more I wanted to write about, but I am still very preoccupied with those damn dreams. Dreams have always been kind of prescient to me - a great source of deja-vu, and I can't help but have this terrible sense of foreboding, even though both dreams were just ridiculous.