dreams... been dreaming alot lately...

Well, these days I just dived into Harry Potter's world of all the magic, wizards and mysteries... I even dreamt about it...

On Friday night, I was reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (which is by far the best HP book that I've read), and I finished with a heart that was beating so fast that I couldn't bring my brain to rest. As a result, some of the details snuck into my dream and I dreamt that I was with my family and we were running away from the dementors before they gave us the dementor's kiss as we were only wrongfully accused for something that I couldn't remember... So we were running, and running... my mom told us to go ahead as she whipped out her wand... then I woke up with a fright. I looked around and stared into the space... told myself that I probably shouldn't have read HP so late at night...

Happens to me all the time, when I read books, I think about it so much that I'd dream about it.

When I was reading "Frankenstein" for my English 11 class essay, I stayed really late at night 'til 3am or so when everyone's asleep. Then i crawled into bed with my head full of all the "damnnation," "monstrosity"...etc those words from Mary Shelley. I then dreamt that I was sitting by a bonfire and listening to the monster created by Victor Frankenstein. He was telling me how he was so misunderstood by everybody around him when all he wanted was to fit in and be one of the people in the village. He wished so hard that everybody would just accept him for what he looks like. He also asked me why his master wouldn't come look for him. I was so sad so I sat next to him and sobbed with him.

Also...ok... this one is a bit stupid... One afternoon, I came home from school feeling exhausted as I had stayed up all night doing an English essay for E.M.Forster's "A Passage to India." I decided to take a nap before I had to fix dinner for my dad and my sisters. (My mom was still in Taiwan, managing the store) So, I was sleeping and sleeping...and apparently I had a dream about East Indians breaking into our houses and taking all our stuff in a riot to protest the arrest of Dr. Aziz who was wrongfully accused for rape of the English lady (in the novel...) then after I woke up, I walked to the kitchen and saw my dad standing there telling me that there's no salt in the house that we needed to get more. I suddenly yelled:"It's those East Indians! They stole our salt!" and adding to my nervous tone, I was jumping up and down and then running across the kitchen to find where the East Indians were... My dad then got a bit ticked off as he said:"What are you talking about? What East Indians?" I kept muttering the words like"god..we need to get our salt back..." After 2 minutes or so, my sister Angela came to me and told me to snap out of it. Then I realized where I was, and how ridiculous I had been... :p

oh well, lots of stupid stories about dreams...

to be continued...