Dream a Dream

With the suspension of classes, a lot of situations were ceased that really annoyed me. Like our block didn't get the chance to visit the museum our aesthetics professor told us to. We have time to settle it on Monday, but I cherish time. I don't want things to get ruined because of a surprise. I take time seriously, yet I wasn't able to make some sacrifices right. I wonder it arouses my depression.

I'm a bit worried of me because for this past fruitful days of typhoon, I always get a chance to sleep on noon. This certain afternoon I dreamt of a little morbid scenery. It was showing me with an unknown someone in a car beside other two cars, both with two male children (at the back sit, it's like nobody's driving their cars). It was strange that we were taking the same direction and when we were to stop at a certain good house, a big debris of a hellicopter crashed on the other car and all of the cars stopped. The two boys in the other car that's safe went straight forward to that good home, maybe it was their house, knocking panickly. It was a wonder and a miracle that both the boys in the damaged car only got a very little injury on their heads. It was time for me to take action. I unhesitantly took one of the boys and carried him straight to a bus, I don't know what's going on, but the bus seems a big help to me and my senses carried us to that. I got back to get the other one and carried him. The bus went on moving eastward and not even concern of the other boy. I didn't know what to do until another bus went and I put him in there, now moving forward. The scenery ended with a blur and I was non-existent. It got into me when I noticed something I could call symbolic: The boys, whom I think were siblings, parted by accident. I didn't know whose that someone who didn't even help me. The item bus that was the safest haven in that dream. The cars and the good house. And the other two boys who were safe. There were no flames. There were miracles.

I'm currently reading "Chicken Soup for the Surviving Soul" along with "Being and Nothingness." Don't you think it's such a contrast? I'm a bit busy so it might cause delay again.

Lastly, my grandmother died of old age. It didn't felt right. It made me feel so low again that I thought the book of time got tired because I was just waiting and I wasn't able to move a bit and make a better diversity. I still feel worse to see it was a sacrifice for realization I still don't want to take into action. Goodbye and see you.