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Saturday, September 18, 2010

Afternoon Sleep

I had nothing to do at home so I slept. Well for a fact, I was just being lazy. I just wanted to get more sleep, that's all. But of course, it didn't work out quite well. You see, I'd been tossing and turning on my bed. I was having nightmares...again. At first, it wasn't that bad. However, there came a part where I couldn't stand it any longer that I had to wake myself up. Whew! The feeling afterwards was not at all pleasant. I tried to remember what I had dreamed of but I couldn't make heads or tails of it. The setting was a very familiar place to me. I tried to tell my mom about it and I felt worse than ever.
"I had a dream mom."
"What is it?" she asked.
I was trying to recall what happened. "I dreamed that we went back to our old house."
Delighted by what my dream would imply, she said, "Oh! We could live there again."
She really sounded ecstatic.
It wasn't what I had in mind. I took a hold of myself, "And I was burned to death in that house." Literally.

Next time, maybe I should not sleep in the afternoon. Noted.