I was dying for a nap after work today. It’s been a week that I’ve not rested properly. I’ve been having a “dream marathon”. I’m glad dad shared the same sentiment (on the nap), so we both conked out after entering the house (we arrived home at the same time). That one hour nap was much more fulfilling that my one week’s worth of “sleep” at night. It’s horrible to sleep and wake up feeling even more tired.
Doesn’t make sense, right?

The one dream that I remember was on the night before yesterday’s. I dreamt of a python/snake. I say it’s a python because I saw it wanting to swallow Brinkley up (!!!) but it looks too short and small to be a python. It’s weird that whenever I dream about a “house environment”, my dreams would not use this present one but instead, I often dream of the previous house in RJ.

My memory of that dream starts from the point I was standing inside the room near the kitchen. I was standing near the door (inside the room) when I saw Brinkley being dragged towards the kitchen (smoothly as if he had rollers beneath him! Weird!). I was curious so I walked out to follow him and to my horror I saw a python biting his mouth(?) – it was up to Brinkley’s eyes (the python’s “mouth”). WAH! Yet Brinkley just being still when dragged by that python – in the roasted-suckling-pig position.
I got all panicky! I don’t know where I got what I got from (which is a rotan!!?) but I started whacking the python’s head. Brinkley’s head was free and suddenly he was all energetic again – energetic enough to RUN AWAY leaving me to deal with the python. Bleh.

Suddenly scene change and I was facing the python on the porch. Same thing – don’t know where I got what I got from (Clorox?!!) but I started pouring Clorox on the python to “marinate” (direct translation from Cantonese) it to death. Was hoping it will shrivel up and die. Eh! Then the python was suddenly over the longkang grill (the ones usually placed outside your house), looking all fried and PURPLE!

In the dream, I had a strong feeling that it wasn’t dead yet and I still had to whack it into pieces. Here is where the rotan (don’t know from where!) came again and I whacked the purple-dried-pruny-python. It broke into big fat rubbery pieces. I looked around and conveniently found a rolled up newspaper baton. Took it and *whack whack whack* – python turned into ashes and fell through the grill.

The end.

Weird laa!