Un-Happy Birthday

It was the day of my birthday and I wanted to go shopping for something new to wear that night. There was a Wal-Mart near by, and I suggested to Mark that we go there and look for something. We spent a good portion of the day in there and towards late afternoon, we received some phone calls from others who were to join us that night at the restaurant. We told them that we were at the Wal-Mart, which was situated right across the street from the restaurant. Most of them exclaimed, "Okay, we'll meet you at Wal-Mart and then walk together to the restaurant."

But between meeting them and shopping, I went home to get ready while Mark waited for them at Wal-Mart. When I went to the restaurant, no one was in sight. I was sitting in a big table by myself. I called Mark and he said they were still at Wal-Mart. I sat at the restaurant for nearly two hours by myself before I gave up and went home.

Around 10 PM when I reached home, Mark called to see where I was, and I told him I went home because no one went to the restaurant and I waited for two hours. He said, "Oh okay, we'll celebrate another day la."

Haha, that's the dream I had, my idea of a childish dream. Don't ask me how I remember my dreams so well, cuz I have no clue.

Double the dosage

I was working at the restaurant (the old one haha) when I got a call on my cell. I looked at the number on my call display, and recognized it immediately. I had deleted the name on my contact list but I'd recognize that number anywhere. I picked up and with an agitated voice, replied, "Yes?"

He-who-shall-not-be-named said, "Hi, I just called to talk."

"And what exactly is there to talk about?"

"I wanted to say I'm sorry. Can we go out sometime?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea...."

"Well, I wanted to invite you to the family BBQ, they've been wanting to see you."

"What the hell for? They helped play a role in all that mess.."

"That's why they want to make it up to you..."

"I'll think about it." *I proceed to hang up on him*

In the next section of my dream, I was hanging out by the pool with he-who-shall-not-be-named when out of nowhere, I was pushed into the swimming pool. As I was fighting against the person, I remembered Alan witnessing it and not doing anything. In the water, I was trying to get back up to the surface but I couldn't. Someone was holding me down. It was he-who-shall-not-be-named's youngest uncle. Somehow I held my breath together and was able to live through the ordeal. So when the uncle pulled me to the surface to check for my breathing, I tried my hardest to pretend I wasn't breathing. But he checked for my pulse anyway and seeing that I was still barely alive, held my head into the water, this time a lot longer and with a lot more force. I couldn't fight anymore. After awhile, I was seeing myself as a ghost and realized that I had died, during the second struggle.

I slowly woke up from the dream, only to realize I was sleeping as if I was a dead body, with my right hand placed on top of my left hand on my stomach.