Dreams, Pictures

I Have The Weirdest Dreams.

You were carrying me at the traffic light in Kuantan where, on the right is the BMW office.
You seemed to tower above the rest.. You were taller than the cars. At first we were walking or something, but then something was said and then you lifted me up bridal style.

Needless to say I giggled. I loved whenever I could be near you.

My arms draped around your neck, and I snuggled close to you. We weren’t standing in the middle of the traffic light/cars; we were at the side, more towards the lane to turn left. =p

Just then (here’s the really weird part), someone from a car with a group of nurses (the typical Malaysian nurses – white outfit with that.. Whatever-you-call-that-thing-on-their-heads) dropped a pen outside the backseat of the car’s window, and asked for our help to pick it up. You slowly bent down, and I reached out for the pen and took it. I remembered it was a black inked pen that looked like the pens I was given when I was working for The Star. xD

(P/S: Simon, I will visit the office when I come back after this semester, and see you all again. Promise. =p)

I handed the pen back to them, and one of the nurses commented something about how romantic/good we looked together or something. I just smiled. Not sure what your reaction was, though. =p

And then, there’s a part of the dream where you drive me to this place, where I was to supposedly go for something; I’m not sure what, exactly. But you took me to Ah Kong’s ‘mechanic shop’, apparently. And it was BIG. Much bigger than what his little shop used to be at the stadium. And in that dream, I knew that place; I’ve been there before in another dream. And there, working on some car parts or something, was Ah Sin Ma, with someone else. (Uncle Keong, maybe?) Ah Sin Ma smiled and waved as we passed.

Uhh, the beginning part was all nice and sweet and all, but the 2nd part… wtf?

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