i'm having weird dreams again.

i was hungry. bought a plate of economic rice with honey chicken wings and fried pork cutlet topped with sweet and sour sauce. the stall was famous, the food was cheap. dishes more than rice. i was eating the pork cutlet. I woke up remembering its taste and texture in my mouth.

i dreamt that i was in a team, helping families to look for their love ones who had been to other countries but never return and had lost contact. We came to this small sandy area with a cave and old trees. there were marks of drawings on the sandy ground. the missing ones seemed to be trying to reach us. we ran our fingers over the sand, drawing icons of singapore encircled with a large heart shape. I woke up thinking will pple go overseas and go missing?

i was in a bathroom. retrofit. the walls embedded with small square tiles, color of faded sky blue, shadow of pale olive green. i looked up, the ceiling was far away. the window so high up. so tall, it belittled me, but i enjoyed it. I woke up feeling a sense of comfort and love.

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i was taking a shower, thinking of names to give my babies next time.

girl: Jayne (cos the alphabets just dont seem to match, and i like the oddness)
boy: Theo (the name of vincent van gogh's brother. sound charming and artistic)

mayb i should name my children after artists.
claude, cezanne, vinci, warhol, mondrian.
or nidor, drion (rodin)

like the book i was reading, the mother name the girl silvie, after Elvis Presley. mixing around the letters e, l, v, i & s.

sigh

i'm so busy with work, no time to tidy up my room. really no time, not excuses.