Necromancer
Woke up at 6.20 a.m today. After much desperation to sink into sleep again, I finally relented. Its the fault of bad dreams again. I can vividly recall what was occuring in my dream, the plethora of images still flash as I relate my story on the world wide web. I dreamt that I could barely even qualify for the Polytechnic. Sheesh.
Dreams arrive in such a queer manner too. The results are due on the 9th of February. However in my dream my parents did some appealing and I received my results solo in a shabby, gloomy office room with navy-blue curtains from this anonymous lady on the 8th instead. ???
The last time I dreamt about the results, all my relatives were sitting in a circle passing my result slip around. Then my aunt exclaimed that I did VERY well. It was 20 points. What the hell.
Man, the 9th of February had better come quick. These ridiculous dreams are eating me out. But waking up at the early-bird-time has its pros. I got my lazy ass to the track and did some running, then switched to the pool for a morning swim. And damn I tell ya, the water was freeeezzziiin cold.
Then I overheard some lifeguard's conversation with this middle-aged guy about visiting temples to pray in hope to strike the lottery. I'm confused. Cos' in terms of Christianity, when you have the audacity to pray for such things, you're testing God. Well maybe I'm a newbie when it comes to understanding Buddhism's culture.
Dreams arrive in such a queer manner too. The results are due on the 9th of February. However in my dream my parents did some appealing and I received my results solo in a shabby, gloomy office room with navy-blue curtains from this anonymous lady on the 8th instead. ???
The last time I dreamt about the results, all my relatives were sitting in a circle passing my result slip around. Then my aunt exclaimed that I did VERY well. It was 20 points. What the hell.
Man, the 9th of February had better come quick. These ridiculous dreams are eating me out. But waking up at the early-bird-time has its pros. I got my lazy ass to the track and did some running, then switched to the pool for a morning swim. And damn I tell ya, the water was freeeezzziiin cold.
Then I overheard some lifeguard's conversation with this middle-aged guy about visiting temples to pray in hope to strike the lottery. I'm confused. Cos' in terms of Christianity, when you have the audacity to pray for such things, you're testing God. Well maybe I'm a newbie when it comes to understanding Buddhism's culture.
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