I remember the rest feeling good. I ko-ed on my bed with my mom’s laptop beside me which I was awake enough to switch off but not awake enough to bring back to the living room. I was even intending to watch a movie before bed but it didn’t work out when my eyelids started getting heavy. I mean it when I say when it hits 10pm, my body actually tells my brain it’s bedtime. Does it work the other way round? But I think it works both ways. Other nights when I’m not tired, my brain tells my body it’s bedtime. (Aiya, I feel like I’m not making sense anymore.) There are exceptions here and there though, I stay up some nights, but rarely.
Last night my dream was a combination of what chinghwee and my brother have been talking to me about. I was with my classmates. We were in a camp. There was more soil than grass. There were people who didn’t look human. (Watched chinghwee game too much too.) Everyone was gathered together to be split up into groups and lined up orderly. And there we were worrying about the English paper we had to take the next day. We were supposed to be home to do a sort of english e-learning. Then if we didn’t, we won’t be able to do well for the paper the next day. But there we were at camp, not leaving though it seemed like it was an option. It was the last day and we were prepared for it to be crazy.
Now it feels all fuzzy. I wished I could have slept longer though. I wished I stopped working already. What else will I be doing, I don’t know.
