Not Even a Pantomime

The story behind what happened yesterday about the problem on my enrollment is now clearly stated in my sister's blog since she's madder than me. I was pissed because of that event and wasted our time, very disappointing. I forgive them now. Let's just talk about my lousy dream.

I remembered my dream - it's vacation but it was about exams. At that certain scene, I woke up worried because I knew I didn't review for this day's scheduled exams and I would be totally late for school at 1:30 P.M. (oh, related to the time of my enrollment yesterday) - by the way, I was still in my highschool and the schedule will start with an exam in mathematics. I had a shower and wore my school uniform. I quickly packed the necessary things up from a pile of craps so that I could review about the subjects in school later without thinking that I'm already late and might not have the chance to glance at my notes. I'm punctual that's why I'm worried to death whenever I feel that I'm already out of the certain time. Odd that my mom and sister in that dream never cared of my worries. I ran as fast as I can to go out of the house but I realized I had no money to commute. I went to my mom who was sitting in our living room with my sister ready to leave (mom to her office and my sister to her school but not really in a hurry) and gave me the money that I need so I finally went out of the house. Odder, my mom shouted and said she wanted to give me more money but I thought that the money's enough for me so I didn't go back - but I was shocked when she was the one who went out and gave more money to me. Then I proceeded with my running. It ends. The oddest thing is that I know I should be in school at 1:30 P.M., which is we know a hot time with the shining sun. No, it was not bright; it was nocturnal, dark as if I wouldn't be able to see anything far from me.

I finally woke up for real. I opened my eyes and suddenly noticed that I could feel a part of my body is heavily aching - it was my right hand. I finally realized I was laying on it - it was the hand where my mother had put the money on. I tried to lift it but it was numb, very numb. It's like I wanted to cry because of pain but instead of being hopeless I shook it with my left hand so that the blood could circulate again through my palm to my fingers. I could write now but my wrist is still aching as if some blood had clotted but it was impossible, in my own knowledge. I'm just wondering if there's any symbol to ponder. Would it be like a very dangerous journey that I'm still not ready to face since I'm still depending? A not-the-right-time journey? An unexpected journey in reality? I will never know until it attacks me.