kiconoxuation.

dreams aren't ever to be studied in the literal form. hoggwoggit if they were ever to mean what they showed. all through out I've had a record of the most ghastly dreams, though once in a while my subconscious allows for a little comedy. last week a friend called asking me to evaluate his dream. an accident that scared his face out of recognition. what could i say...the change of face could symbolize a change of personality.? or that the accident would actually happen cos id curse him for bugging me with such complete nonsense?!!
but personally anyway my dreams have always been reflections of my feelings as well as predictions of the future. (i should know, i have the gift of prophecy)
of all my dreams i most distinctly remember the one about my sister.
noela, my younger sister is the complete reverse of me. though a year apart she bosses me around to the extent that I'm now prepared for the world of business.
getting back to my dream though....
i think it was around 14 years ago, we were both on our way to school, in matching red and white checked dresses and color co-ordinated nickers. i think we were late because i till today remember the sense of urgency to get through the gates and into class.
on our way though we met the most outrageously amazing looking air balloon with a wicker basket and tingly music playing. noela along with a bunch of others, so ignorant to the fact that the school bell had just rung, ran into the basket.
forgetting the particulars i remember the contraption door shutting and the air craft began to rise. i called out to noela to get of fast but when has she ever heeded me!
then suddenly next to her i saw what was unmistakably the Onida devil, red, bald and horned, waving out and laughing in his typical evil way...muahahahaha!! then they went off sister and all.
so u tell me, what do dreams mean??

the idiot

in the flurry of living- of chasing buses and climbing stairs, I've forgotten to look around. in my narrow path of cobbled daily dull, i skip life like the lovey pages of a mills and boons, too impatient to tend to details(well, some details).
but that has always been me. inattentive and short sighted. that's why i think my computer talks to me when i play Lara croft!