This morning I woke up, in my room and as a morning habit, I picked up my phone just by the side of my bed to see the time. With my eyes still closed, I felt around for my phone and holding it, I opened my eyes and turned to look at it. And saw that I wasn’t holding my phone, I wasn’t holding anything. Yet I felt that I had my phone in my hand. My eyelids grew heavy and my visuals were blurred. I tried to move myself but I felt so heavy and couldn’t budged. I moved my hands and tried desperately to hold on to my phone and several times I got it, it just falls back. I tried to cried out and nothing came out.

Then I woke up.

>.>

In the same position, in the same room and with the same action of reaching for my phone, I felt a sense of de javu.

Not the first time I had this kind of ‘dream’. But I have to say this time round was more scary and more real. No, I am not talking about spiritual beings, at least I think it can’t be since it happened in the morning where I woke up around 8+ and went back to sleep.

So my only guess is I must be freaking tire out. Given that I slept only a total of 5 hours over the weekends. I dreamt of a wholeload of weird things, I only remember them being weird but can’t remember what are the weird parts. All I know is those dreams made me freaking tired. -_-

On sat, after the wedding dinner at intercontinental hotel at bugis, I went st james to meet up with lei, yp, r n joe. It wasn’t the best night as none of us drank alot and were too sober to really enjoy the crowds and the only highlights of the night would be the low v-back hongkong gal that my guy pals were laying their eyes on.

After deciding that we needed more booze, only to get too much of it such that all of them were comtemplating to sleep in their cars instead, with so many police just outside of st. james. It’s been quite a while since we went to chiong and geez, I kinda missed it.