been waking up at 545am every day for 3 consecutive days. does not matter what time i go to bed. it’s like an omen. when i used to wake up at 3am for a week last year. dreams have been about abandoned houses and dark alleys.
and on the night of april 10 2003
i was climbing up a steep mountain of concrete. these steps filled with buddhist statues and bright red flowers. flowers of many variants. and siddhartha was there. his hair was long and silky and jet black. then i was in a supermarket. but i forget what i was doing there. next, i saw my cat sitting in a pot of boiling coffee. she did not seem to mind it at all.my mother wanted a haircut badly. we went up the stairs of a very old house but the hairdresser was not there.
and on the night of april 11 2003
i was sitting in the meadows with miss s and she was dancing to the music playing from a purple stereo. then i was supposed to cut my fingernails but that did not happen.
- spot a similar theme with the haircut and fingernails? yeah, i thought so too.
and last night, i was discussing some mathematical formulas with a lecturer. she seemed impressed with my familiarity of mathematical jargon. this dream i believe has no meaning. but what is meaning anyway.
bother.
music has been nintendocore. woo.
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