Im fatigued, But today I learnt that

when you are pissed with someone, simply recall the nice things they might have done, that's what makes the world go round! =)

cos there somebody who pisses me with her attitude every now and then. Our characters do not clique, we behave differently in different circumstances. However, today she offered to assist me in something, and although it wasnt convenient, i declined, but I was so touched with these small actions that people might have, all my negative thoughts of her faded away immediately! In fact, i felt so guilty for brooding over the times she had demonstrated attitudes unknowingly?

So, although I cannot avoid the fact that I disapprove of irrational attitudes ad behaviours, I just needa recall the nice things ppl have done so that I wouldnt harbour such ill thoughts anymore! :)

Last night, I had a nightmare. It was a punishment. :(

Because I took a ziplock bag from... geog lab. I wondered if it was considered stealing. I know it is. So, i had a punishment. It was a fitful sleep. I was with dad, when there were knocks on the door. When dad answered it, three officers claimed to be 'child protection officers' who had come to capture me. It is ironic because 'Child Protection Officers" in social work module, meant officers that took children away from abusive families to provide them with proper care. However, in my dreams these C.P.Officers appeared to be 'police'??

and so, they handcuffed me. I felt the cuffs on my wrist in my dream alright. It wasnt a pleasant feeling.:/ Yet I had maintained a calm composure in my dream when they questioned me if I had taken the bag. I replied truthfully "yes, I took the bag" and returned to the 'policestation'???? with them complyingly. I was prepared to pay for my crime. :( During interrogation, somebody mentioned about the CRC "Convention on the Rights of Children". It just appeared from nowhere in the midst of interrogation. (The CRC was learnt in social work regarding child protection rights, however it didnt fit into my situation at all where i was clearly the culprit!!!! this is so ironic.)

Its just that, I know I shouldnt have taken the ziplock, even though its just a bag, Im sorry. But my apprehensive indeed haunted me in my dreams. Coupled with my probable worry for the content i gotta master from social work module... tada, here comes my dream.

I always dream, of ridicuous things, innocent, desires, whirling thoughts. And I have not ever once been unamazed with the footsteps of my train of thoughts. The power of my subconscious. I feel that it is really a wonderful creation, for reality to transcend dreams and I really cherish my ability to dream and yet recall every single significant or mundane scene. Is this called ... magic?

:)

and yes, Ive learnt my lesson today! =)

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