As of always, proper entry under the dream.

In the beginning of the dream there were eight giant, inflated, different-coloured snakes racing on a track. The dark blue one was leading in lane 7. The race went on, and the leading snake started to lag behind. Suddenly I was controlling the white (or yellow) snake in lane 6. As the track turned, I cut across to lane 1 and sped up, winning the race. Somebody complained about me afterwards but I told them it’s right to do so in the last lap.

I carried the deflated snake as I walked along a crowded corridor, on my way to see Wan and Cindy. Some classmates came up to congratulate me. I kept on walking until I heard Helen’s voice; she was obviously talking to Wan. I walked past them, turned right into a room where Cindy was writing her paper diary. I chatted to her for a bit.

The weird thing about this dream is… everything seemed to be very much horizontally inverted, like a mirror image…

On a completely different note; you know what’s funny?

I have a really strong feeling that my mother still thought I was kidding after all that.

We’re looking at our old pictures the other day, and she suddenly talked about marriage. Something about when I get married, I’ll blah blah blah. Sorry, that’s all I remember. But yes, that was funny.

Don’t forget she used the word ‘when’, not ‘if’.

Of course she could be talking about me getting married to a girl, but it’s highly unlikely thinking that she’s disgusted by it. And if she’s talking about straight marriage, *sigh* when will she ever accept the fact?

Maybe she was confused because I do like some men, but being a lesbian doesn’t necessarily mean you have to hate all the opposite sex, now do you?

Oh and by the way, I might be very feminine (and beautiful and sexy according to some of you, heh), but I’m definitely not pretending to be a lesbian to please guys.

So piss off.