13 hours

I just woke up from one long long long long night of sleeping.

Yeah, I slept for 13 hours last night. I feel so good today that I can wake up earlier and blog this post. Even though it means I didn't do anything yesterday. NOTHING. Gosh, I feel so useless sometimes.

I had lots of lucid dreams, some less so than others. There were dreams within dreams but the most vivid was that this pretty, innocent cousin of mine threw a butcher's knife right at my forehead in the middle of an intersection of roads. In my dream, she went crazy, and there was even a playback on what she did, where she got the knife, how she got the knife. She was wearing this pretty red dress with a satin sash tied at the ends to a bow. Of the whole crowd that was there, it HAS to be me that the knife got thrown at. If dreams are meant to be interpreted, I wonder what a butcher's knife striking your forehead is supposed to mean. I never died though. I always almost die in my dreams but I never really do die.

Then I recall regaling the tale to someone, wondering if it was a dream or did it really happen. All within another dream, thus this was what I meant as a dream within a dream.

I wonder why I feel permanently lethargic. I am well rested today but I just feel like I'm not looking forward to yet another day. I need some excitement to spice things up. A fair bit of harmless entertainment would be good. =) I only have an hour and the half of classes today. Going to study after that and I mean it. If I don't I could very well jump off klcc because I am so gonna fail. =( Yeah I depress and demotivate myself all the time, twisted as it may be, it keeps the engine running.