I’ve been curious about the mailman/postman here.
I’ve never seen him before and I wonder what time does he come by with mail?
Does he walk? Does he ride a bicycle or a motorbike or a scooter?
Does he carry a sling bag over flowing with letters?
Has he got a uniform? Has he got a hat/cap?
Back home, mail comes around 11am-12pm and if you’re ever waiting for something, you’d know when to start waiting at your gate (not the whole day!).
What about here?
It’s as if one of their job clause is not to be seen by us, the receivers.
I got my answers in two parts.
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Lucky’s pinky paws!
She’s probably going, “Pfft! Whatever!”
Look at her face! Selamba ajer!
Lucky has had a huge feed, so dont believe her if she says otherwise!
Carmen sent this to me as I was getting off work – because she’s not feeling well and went ahead into bed early.
Why do I still dream of being in the same situation and reaction with you?
Why am I still a pushover in my dream?
Why is it when I’m angry in a situation, I still put it aside to accommodate you – in my dream?!!
How come I never dream of you often enough?
Have I forgotten you?
I close my eyes and I can still see you, literally smiling at me. Happy to see me. Every single time.
Suddenly a video of you I posted on YouTube is not there anymore – why?
Why do I not see you anymore? Or at all, since you’ve left us 5 years ago.
Does that mean I do not miss you?
Dreams are funny things, no?
Some say it’s what you think of subconsciously.
Some say it’s an extension of what you WERE thinking of right before you got to bed.
Some say it’s what you’ve forgotten or suppressed.
Some say it’s a flash of the future (but you wake up forgetting it)
Some say it’s a representation of an omen.
Odd.
Very odd.
Because all the things above do not match what I dreamt of.
From here…
(which is just outside the house, Carmen’s hardwork)
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