Dreams

They are funny things aren't they? Putting things together that normally will never ever go together. Making you think there's something else going in your life. Reading about why you remember dreams makes it even more confusing. Now you're wondering what is your subconscious mind is trying to tell you.

I've had two really vivd dreams in the past week. One was about Rudolph getting stunk by a racoon like creature. And we had to go to the vet. And somehow Xena was also around and she had the same thing and we had to go to the vet. And I was afraid to tell S. Not sure if I told H. This happened a few nights ago. I think. Can't remember when was that.

This morning's dream went the other direction. I needed to go to a reading of a will. Somehow I think in the dream I was thinking it was my father's. I dreaded going but nobody else in my family would go. I felt as if we've done this before. Where my father's family were all coming. And we were meeting near 7-eleven. I took Uber. We were suppose to meet at 11am but people only turned up at 11.30am. And apparenltly Mr E.S. cooked lunch for us. I defused the atmostphere by starting to call all of my aunties in rapid succession. Went up to third aunt but then realise I actually call her by name. There were kids all around. 

Before actually going to this reading, I was at church. Where a few singers couldn't come so random people were playing and singing. CP on drums. AH leading. YX on keys. LL was also playing something but I don't remember it now. And kids from the Cantonese Congregation were singing. With one other singer form the Mandarin congregation. 

I know I didn't tell anybody at church and I just left when the time came. Shortly after being at the room, I woke up.

I just wanted to write all these down somewhere while I remember them. Totally do not know what my subconscious mind is trying to tell me. Or even if my subconscious mind is trying to say anything.

I have also been having weird sleeping pattern. Normally waking up after 6 hours and going to the loo. There was just this one night where I slept right through up to 7 something and I slept before 12. That was good. So good.

I don't know if I need to see somebody about this. There are so many to choose from. And who to choose? I have just spent the last hour (after writing the first sentence of this paragraph) researching. We shall see if I do anything about it.