Mindfucked

Hello, February. And it's been more or less than a week since I last blogged. To wrap up what my week of blog abstinence had become, I could say that my life has gradually evolved into a futile form of boredom. I don't go out of the house that much, which reminds me btw, I should have had jogged earlier with JM today at Bike Road, but since I am currently recuperating and compensating for the productivity I have poured into my nth nursing process yesterday, I instead planned to chill and stalk people online the whole afternoon.

On the other hand, I was, surprisingly, in the mood to go out. Was. Seven hours ago.

I planned to visit my ex-bestfriend's house due to the fact that I sort of miss her, but mostly because I miss her 55-year-old yaya more than her. Lol sounds weird but I have to admit. Her yaya makes a better friend than my ex-bestfriend. And every time I had the opportunity to phone her, she's usually out (dating with her boyfriend pffffft), but fortunately, her yaya is there to save the day and accommodate the time to have a quick update of what has become of my miserable life.

And as expected, my gut feeling was right. She was indeed out. So there goes my motivation to escape this damned sedentary lifestyle.

Maybe she did that on purpose. You see, I had quite an adventure last night. Believe it or not, I was able to remember at least seven of my dreams. And to my content, I was also able to manipulate most of these dreams pseudoconsciously (some of them into sexual encounters of course lol). To have a clearer perspective of what I'm talking insensibly about my sci fi-like nocturnal experience, think of corporate espionage-thief Dom Cobb of Inception (chos!).

And of these seven dreams, I had this one specific dream that involved my ex-bestfriend's bed and me. And my ex-beastfriend in between (wahahaha). But swear to God, I didn't pre-planned that one. And I also have these other extremely weird dreams which also involved people from my current life, like Yhe, Meynard, Dobel, Aien, Vincent to mention a few. And no, it wasn't a sex-spree orgy.

And if my Inception theory was proven correct, then my hunch that her dreaming of the exact same thing may be the reason why my bestfriend didn't answer any of my calls this morning. That, or I'm just paradoxically mindfucking my own brain.

Hopefully, I could go Inception-dreaming later. For the mean time, I need to wake up and embrace reality. By reality I mean school crap that needs a lot of embracing.