I read in my pregnancy books that pregnant women have vivid and weird dreams.
I have been dreaming a lot but nothing significant worth mentioning.
Last night, I dreamt my baby was a puppy. My mum was teaching me how to burp the puppy after feeding. SCARY!
Thank goodness I didn’t dream the feeding part.
Alright, excuse me while I go puke my dinner.
I dreamt of cookie this morning. I left cookie with a friend and I forgot to bring her home. Cookie came into my dream to tell me that she misses me and really want to come home. I woke up in my dream crying because how can I forgot to bring her home? I asked my parents didn’t they realised that cookie is missing? They said they got used to it already. I didn’t quite understand.
I rushed to my friend’s place (don’t know who) and cookie was sitting at the door. sweeping the floor with her tail and I hugged her so hard I didn’t want to let go.
I don’t remember much of the dream except that I was patting and stroking cookie a lot. I remember her telling me that she wants to go home.
It’s Ching Ming period now, wonder if that means anything. I miss my little companion of 15 years.
Private joke with BS - “the i wanna do naughty things to u feeling? ”
Hahaa…
Okay, one entry before I go off. Greedy me dreamt of food last night and woke up laughing.
I said, “Uncle, Kway Teow Mee tng, mai tao gay. Upsize please.”
I remembered seeing the Uncle giving me a blank look.
Siao char bo! Fishball noodles where got Upsize one. This is not fast food leh.
I had a nightmare last night/this morning.
KL and I were trying to gain entry to this weird happening place. I flashed my wedding band and said, “We are married. See?” The huge bouncer with the dark sunglasses, pointed at KL and barked, “No! That’s not your wedding band!”
KL got angry and yelled, “This is my wedding band!!”
The rude bouncer then wrestled with KL’s finger and pulled the ring out and showed it to me. It’s not his wedding band! It’s not the same design and the engraving inside although had my name, it was not the same font.
At that moment, another huge bouncer (identical twins?) came out, grabbed me by my arm and dragged me thru the velvet ropes, leaving KL standing at the same spot shocked.
I remember that I stood on the other side, separated by the velvet ropes, shocked with the sudden change of events. Next I remembered, kicking, screaming and crying into the dark place and I last saw KL still negotiating with the first bouncer to be with me. Then I probably woke up at this point.
On my way to work this morning, I thought about my dream/nightmare. Could be that I have been suppressing the feelings about the loss of ring affect me so much that it just escalated? Or could it be that my conscious mind is showing me what would happen when I die because KL is not Christian and only I’m allowed into heaven?
*Picture courtesy of Google Earth
Last night I discovered ‘Google Earth’ and started missing home again. KL asked what exactly I miss, I said, “Daddy, my friends, the food and shopping.” I don’t miss the island, the politics and definately not the weather. Anyway, now I can’t help but stare at this picture.
So, I dreamt of home again last night (maybe this morning). I dreamt that I met my best friend in school, Jason & Panghow (I don’t have much galfriends when I was in school). I remember pulling them aside and put my arms on their shoulders and told them that I’m leaving SunnyLand. They were upset but happy for me at the same time. We took pictures of ourselves and they made me promise to visit them. We dried our tears and parted.
I went home (in SunnyLand) and saw my grandma in the corridor watering the plants. I dashed towards her and hugged her so tight she took the newspaper she was holding and whack my head. I told her that I’ll miss her most when I leave. She ignored me and told me to go shower and have lunch and then come out to help her. Then I saw myself sitting at the table with a towel wrapped over my head like a turban eating my favourite dish of Nonya Chup Chye. *sigh…I miss her and her dish.
I remember I turned around looking for her, but she went somewhere and was gone. So, I woke up.
Morning! (smile on my face) I just woke up from a sexy dream. One with a menage-a-trois, Yes, you read it right, it’s a threesome. However, I was not part of it.
Told BS about it and he got excited and said I was still a participant - a voyeur! Hahaa. Geez! BS enjoying my dream more than me. Chey!!!
I dreamt of Grandma. Dreamt that the silly woman hid her money & jewellery in the park under some bricks, so I told my dad and Aunty Lily and we all went to recover her “treasures” that she hid. We didn’t tell her what we did and when she went to the park to “bury” more treasures, she found that her treasures are all gone, she became devastated. As much as I wanted to tell Grandma what we did, I promised Aunty Lily that we had to keep it a secret or else Grandma will get mad with us and then find a new hiding place, with this, she can learn her lessoon. However, my cousins and I was made to form a search party to help her find her treasures.
Weird Dream as when Grandma was alive, she wasn’t senile or would do such a thing. You think this is weird, you should hear about my dream when I was a concubine for the emperor in the Ming/Ching Dynasty. Haha! GL, BS and KL always say that I have really weird but interesting dreams.
*sob. I miss ‘Ah Ma’.
*Pic of Grandma’s favourite flower - Bird of Paradise. She says it look like a bird. Duh! Heh!
I missed Yoga today to continue sleeping because I was having a sexy dream about KL.
I really didn’t want to blog about this, but apparently it must be really affecting me that I dreamt of it at least twice so far and think about it numerous times a day.
Pretty meh? Lips too thick and looks like a mutt (you know what i mean)!
I had a dream this morning. I dreamt that my dad and uncle tony went hunting for frogs, which they do very often when they were younger. They caught frogs and put them in a drawer. The thing is, they never told me which drawer they put the frogs in and I was afraid of opening any drawer fearing a frog might jump out to scare me.
Anyway, the worse part was, they skinned the frogs alive and ate frog sashimi in front of me and encourged me to try. EErk!
And then, I woke up.
I just woke up. I want to write about my dream. I dreamt that KL wanted to kill me….
KL got to know this 2 other guys, Tim and Erik. They introduced him to the sinister world of drugs. This was set in Australia. He became addicted to drugs and it affected his studies. He missed his exams and failed his final year in school - he can’t graduate. Not only he ran out of money for his drug habits, he started to be guilty for not returning home with a degree. He was guilty towards his family, his parents especially. He need to finish his last year and return home.
He borrowed money from the drug lords for school fees and drug and in return, he had to work for him. His team included his Tim and Erik and together they peddle drugs to small-time street drug peddles who sell drugs to teens. KL became more guilty. I started to get worried in Singapore as I couldn’t reach him for weeks. With his family and mine encouragement, I left Singapore and work to Australia in search of him. It has been a long one month search for him in school, apartment (landlord told me he no longer live there) and all his favourite hangout. Walking along the streets one day, I overheard a street peddler mentioning KL’s name. I followed him to a dark alley and spotted a rundown, skinnier KL. I immediately knew it was him. I confronted him and went back to his place. He now live with Tim and Erik. In his room, I saw books from the library and notes from school. He still goes to school. I knew nothing of his lifestyle at that time but I became suspicious.
After about nearly living with him for about a month in his small crappy room, my suspicion became stronger. I hailed a cab and followed their car. They went to the drug lord’s place and I pressed my ears against the window to hear the conversation. I began to realised what he was doing. I was caught by drug lord’s people. Drug lord gave KL a ultimatum - to silence me once and for all.
I demanded an explanation. KL told me everything and then said he was sorry. But he owed drug lord money and he needed to work to pay back. KL was crying, he didn’t know what to do. I told KL, I’m pregnant with his child. KL decided to escape with me. Drug lord let the word out to find us. Tim and Erik knowing us, was hot on our tails. We went into hiding at Tim’s old abandon flat. Tim came to the flat one day and instead of killing us, he gave us money and air tickets to Singapore.
And, I woke up with the alarm clock….
You all know how much I want babies, and although I had not had any baby dreams lately, which is really unusual, I had a LOT of close encounter with babies recently.
(1) CS’s sister just had a baby girl. CS’s sister is my age. See? I could have been someone’s mother.
(2) DL was talking about babies with NS at the office. She’s in a dilemma coz she afraid of the pain of child birth.
(3) JN’s sister just gave birth last week.
(4) SK’s sister too just gave birth last week
(5) NL’s sister’s baby girl is simply adorable. Saw the baby at BS’s wedding. Was controlling myself not to lift the fragile 6 weeks old baby. Her name is Anya.
(6) This little french toddler with golden locks smiled at me in the bus today.
(7) This baby boy in a pram couldn’t keep his eyes off me at parkway parade food court on Sunday.
(8) Baby Clothes at Takashimaya. *sigh….
(9) This little caucasian toddler came to our office today wearing a little baby pink dress and a cute smile.
(10) Finally, this
I WANT BABIES!!!
KL and me married and living in a little cottage house in Melbourne, Australia. Our house have a beautiful garden, a porch with a comfortable swing, and a backyard big enough for our dogs to run. Yes, a couple of dogs - golden retrivers, siberian huskies, cocker spaniels, westies, etc.
A normal family car to bring the kids and the dogs out for walks in the park or garden.
A loving family.
Had another of baby dreams again last night. This time, I was pregnant and in the hospital. I asked KL where I was, he said Mount Elizabeth Hospital. I screamed and screamed, insisted I be sent to Mount Alvernia Hospital immediately!! I remembered saying something like “I DON’T WANT TO GIVE BIRTH TO BRIDGETTE HERE!!!” ( Don’t know why but I suddenly came up with that name in my dreams ) I always wanted to have my baby born in Mount Alvernia Hospital, guess, mainly because it’s a catholic hospital and it’s one of the best hospital to give birth. *sigh….I think I’m getting mad….dreaming of babies so often - third time this year. I blame it on Maternal Instincts.
It’s funny, how I’m so afraid of the birthing process many years ago….all the horror stories you hear from friends, makes you actually really worry about the pain and not to mention the aftermath. OK, talking about it now, makes my skin crawl. I really don’t know. I tell KL many years ago that I don’t want to have children and he is alright with it. Then there are times, I go to the extent to search for baby names online. Now, with my hormones UNbalanced, I really don’t know, if I really want to have a child or not. I guess, if god thinks we make a good parent and bless us with a child or two then so be it. Aiyah, all those talks are fucking useless - I’m still single. Maybe that’s why whenever KL talk about babies, I get really annoyed. I really don’t know.
VC came back from South Africa after 2 weeks’ of leave. She was telling me how sweet her doggies were. When she reached home, still in the car, her dog was overjoyed (that’s the word she used). They came out and see, went back in and then came out to confirm and they barked so much. According to her, huskies seldom bark, well, hers seldom anyway. *sigh….isn’t it so sweet? Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have someone waiting home for you when you return? That pure reason for wanting to rush home right after work. It is indeed a wonderful feeling.
I didn’t go for my yoga class today - not enough sleep. It was really annoying coz during the night, I was having one of my sexy dreams again when I was woken by tummy upset. *Argh! Sorry, I really don’t remember the dream but I am very sure it’s a sexy dream. Waking up about 3 times to go to the loo and sitting on my throne trying to remember my dream is truly fustrating but nothing compared to smiling to myself (becoz of the dream) and at the same time crunching my stomach becoz of the pain.
But I did go for my Deaf Culture and Community Language class at Singapore Association for the Deaf. I had wanted to learn sign language since I was young. My primary school had some deaf students and I remember every monday during assembly we would all have sign language classes. It was really fun. I still remember some signs like “good morning….good afternoon…. good night…sorry….please…sit…etc”. Anyway, my class was really fun, although I wish KL was there with me. At least we can practise together. Nevermind, I got dad - he can sign a bit, although not perfect but can lah.
So I will practise my Alphabets and Numbers this week. I MUST EXERCISE this week!! EVERYDAY!!!
Good Morning just woke up from my 12 hours sleep. Damn…I’ve been sleeping non-stop for 12 hours straight every weekend. I seriously should stop it.
Anyway, this time my dream was nothing sexy or sad, it’s actually sweet. I dream a golden retriver found his way to my flat and refused to be shoo away. So, I adopted him. He’s tri-colour with brown, black and whites - something like those stray cats in my neighbourhood (strange colour for a golden retriver, but it’s my dream). I remember arguing with KL on what to name him. Finally, we decided on “peanut butter” - peanut for short.
I had a sexy dream last night (wonder if it’s this morning or during the night). I dreamt that a cute young (teenage) swimmer boy was interested in me and kept flirting with me. He kept glancing at me and smiling. I remember he was pretty cute, boyish looking and not to mention that in-famous swimmers’ build.
Anyway, I don’t know how but we were alone in a room in bed. He kept asking me to kiss him. Telling me to be gentle. (*giggles) I remember kissing very gently and then he exploded into a beast and was all over me….well, the rest is up to your imagination. Hahaa…
I wonder why I dreamt of younger men. Do you think it’s coz my birthday is coming and I insecure about growing old? Then again, it could be I’m not having IT.