Had a dream that Yugi died. And though i was told in the dream, i didnt believe them. I have a cousin with a similar name so it didnt bother me as much. Then i was on my way out to some party. I remember i was wearing a pair ofred shoes (that i dont even own in real life) and these black tappered pants (dont have those in real life neither) and a redtop. I was about to leave the house when someone told me and it finally sinked in.
I couldnt get myself to cry. But i wished he hadnt passed.
He had suposedly gone in for a check-up, only to be retained there at the hospital for colon cancer. He lived only three days after that.
And i remember thinking some thoughts in my dreams,trying to make sense of it all... Dada had wanted a boy... they wouldnt stop having kids till they got one, and eventually they did. And the boy lived till he was in his twenties?!
life didnt seem to make sense.
And at that moment, i thought about how humans sometimes wants things that may not be meant for us... yet we want anyway...
I believe in the power of the mind. I believe in the things i dont understand... hence why i belive in life, and ultimately, in God.
I dont believe that thie dream means my brother will die, or that he would get colon cancer... but this like every dream that i have ever had, meant something.
So i pray that whatever battles i dont know of, God continues to fight them for me. And i wont try to decipher the meaning of that dream. I'll just remind God that my life is in his hands.
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Saturday, April 26, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Nightmare galore!
Whats with these nightmares i'm having?
And it always seems to happen when i sleep in the day and i really didnt wantto sleep today but i had one of those headaches that just wouldnt go away! So i forced myself to take a nap,
In my dream, i had gone out with a male friend and we met a white girk friend of his there. I decided to drop them off at home when the night was over. On our way to their place, we passed by these cops like about 150 miles before their house. I dropped them off, then proceeded to try to get into my car,...
And out of nowhere came this black dark skinned guy! He jacked me for my car!!!
And in the dream i remember telling him "Oh Hell naw! you cant even do that! I just got jacked twice recently and this is the replacement car for my car that was stolen and the car that wAS stolen was the replacement car for the one before then!"
He didnt seem to care, he stole my car from me.
And i tried to scream but no one heard me even though it was quiet outside and the neighbours were still asleep and the cops were just down the street.
Oh it was devastating in that dream! And just after it happened, my friend popped his head outof his apartment building to yell "Good Night!" at me... He stopped, looked out and asked where my car was, i told him i just got jacked.
"Again?!"
And then i woke up.
No, seriously,... whats with these dreams???
And it always seems to happen when i sleep in the day and i really didnt wantto sleep today but i had one of those headaches that just wouldnt go away! So i forced myself to take a nap,
In my dream, i had gone out with a male friend and we met a white girk friend of his there. I decided to drop them off at home when the night was over. On our way to their place, we passed by these cops like about 150 miles before their house. I dropped them off, then proceeded to try to get into my car,...
And out of nowhere came this black dark skinned guy! He jacked me for my car!!!
And in the dream i remember telling him "Oh Hell naw! you cant even do that! I just got jacked twice recently and this is the replacement car for my car that was stolen and the car that wAS stolen was the replacement car for the one before then!"
He didnt seem to care, he stole my car from me.
And i tried to scream but no one heard me even though it was quiet outside and the neighbours were still asleep and the cops were just down the street.
Oh it was devastating in that dream! And just after it happened, my friend popped his head outof his apartment building to yell "Good Night!" at me... He stopped, looked out and asked where my car was, i told him i just got jacked.
"Again?!"
And then i woke up.
No, seriously,... whats with these dreams???
Friday, January 25, 2008
DREAMSPEAKER? APPLY WITHIN!
Okay, this must be why i never remember my dreams... cause they're so darn horrific!
So i had nothing to do today... i figured i'd take a nap.
Didnt know i was diving into some nightmare realm.
So, i dreamt that i and a friend (dont know who) had gone somewhere to a store. But the store wasnt a sales store, it was a servicice-providing store. Dont remember what sort of service exactly. Probably manicure, physiotherapy or something.
Anyway, we got there and met with the receptionist, a white overweight girl who had her hair in a bundled pony-tai. She appeared to also be one of the regular service providers. I didnt seem to notice much about her but she was a little odd. Anyway, shortly after we got there, her co-workers went off duty. Their shifts were over so we were left there with the one girl.
There we were, when everything seemed to get foggy!
All i remember is that i woke up (in my dream) and there was blood all over! The girl I came with had been killed. I never saw the body but somehow i knew that she had been killed. The staff girl had killed her. And not only had she killed her, she had also attempted to kill me! She had chopped my fingers and other body parts (i dont remember which ones) but they were all still attached to me.
At that point, i was scared. I started brainstorming how to get her to keep me alive. I decided to play the psychiatrist. I started talking to her, million thoughts running through my head but i tried to keep calm. It was all i could do not to scream but i chatted with her, casually. She eventually asked us to go out for drinks and hoping that that would get me on her good side, i accepted. The blood on my clothes was minimal and it was pitch black outside so no one would see the blood. We walked over to some bar that had no one in it, not a soul. We talked and she found that we had a lot in common. The conversation revealed to me that she was angry at the world. She was just so angry!
She alienated herself from the world because she felt like the world was against who she was.
We talked for so long. And after a long conversation, casually decided she was going to go catch the bus to go home (yeah, even though she had a body at her workplace down the street, and another walking butchered meat in her presence). I walked her to the bus stop and as we walked outside, i could see there was absolute chaos out there. There were cops everywhere walking amongst the people waiting for the buses. She seemed to have not noticed the cops as she got in the bus.
"Goodbye gurl"
"Bye hun"
As she got into the bus, i saw her turn around to give a goodbye look. At thesame time, a skinny male cop was passing by me. I wanted to remain calm but I couldnt do it. I got so emotional. I couldnt believe i had escaped with my life. I whispered to the cop "sir, can you wait a minute". He had hardly heard me and asked "Pardon me?". I couldnt repond. I wanted her to be out of sight before i told on her. Besides, i was in tears! Tears ran down my cheeks as i attempted to repond to him. He saw that i was crying and realised that i must have something to do with the body they had just found. As the bus was about to pull away, I crossed the street with him as he held me by the shoulders
"You're going to be okay"
I told him... "I know who did it"
I gave my report to the cops and went in to see blood all over the place. I wanted to see my friend's body. I wanted to see who it was... but...
I woke up to hear Darque (my puppy) scratching my bed, hoping to wake me up (probably because she wanted food!). I wanted to get back to sleep! I wanted to see who it was!
That was a nightmare!!!
ANY DREAMSPEAKERS OUT THERE???
So i had nothing to do today... i figured i'd take a nap.
Didnt know i was diving into some nightmare realm.
So, i dreamt that i and a friend (dont know who) had gone somewhere to a store. But the store wasnt a sales store, it was a servicice-providing store. Dont remember what sort of service exactly. Probably manicure, physiotherapy or something.
Anyway, we got there and met with the receptionist, a white overweight girl who had her hair in a bundled pony-tai. She appeared to also be one of the regular service providers. I didnt seem to notice much about her but she was a little odd. Anyway, shortly after we got there, her co-workers went off duty. Their shifts were over so we were left there with the one girl.
There we were, when everything seemed to get foggy!
All i remember is that i woke up (in my dream) and there was blood all over! The girl I came with had been killed. I never saw the body but somehow i knew that she had been killed. The staff girl had killed her. And not only had she killed her, she had also attempted to kill me! She had chopped my fingers and other body parts (i dont remember which ones) but they were all still attached to me.
At that point, i was scared. I started brainstorming how to get her to keep me alive. I decided to play the psychiatrist. I started talking to her, million thoughts running through my head but i tried to keep calm. It was all i could do not to scream but i chatted with her, casually. She eventually asked us to go out for drinks and hoping that that would get me on her good side, i accepted. The blood on my clothes was minimal and it was pitch black outside so no one would see the blood. We walked over to some bar that had no one in it, not a soul. We talked and she found that we had a lot in common. The conversation revealed to me that she was angry at the world. She was just so angry!
She alienated herself from the world because she felt like the world was against who she was.
We talked for so long. And after a long conversation, casually decided she was going to go catch the bus to go home (yeah, even though she had a body at her workplace down the street, and another walking butchered meat in her presence). I walked her to the bus stop and as we walked outside, i could see there was absolute chaos out there. There were cops everywhere walking amongst the people waiting for the buses. She seemed to have not noticed the cops as she got in the bus.
"Goodbye gurl"
"Bye hun"
As she got into the bus, i saw her turn around to give a goodbye look. At thesame time, a skinny male cop was passing by me. I wanted to remain calm but I couldnt do it. I got so emotional. I couldnt believe i had escaped with my life. I whispered to the cop "sir, can you wait a minute". He had hardly heard me and asked "Pardon me?". I couldnt repond. I wanted her to be out of sight before i told on her. Besides, i was in tears! Tears ran down my cheeks as i attempted to repond to him. He saw that i was crying and realised that i must have something to do with the body they had just found. As the bus was about to pull away, I crossed the street with him as he held me by the shoulders
"You're going to be okay"
I told him... "I know who did it"
I gave my report to the cops and went in to see blood all over the place. I wanted to see my friend's body. I wanted to see who it was... but...
I woke up to hear Darque (my puppy) scratching my bed, hoping to wake me up (probably because she wanted food!). I wanted to get back to sleep! I wanted to see who it was!
That was a nightmare!!!
ANY DREAMSPEAKERS OUT THERE???
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Please, welcome Darque.
The shelter that i was to get Pingo from, wouldnt give him to me before Christmas.
It really made me mad because they had said that i would make a good owner for him.
Yet,
1.They decided to keep him longer in a lone crate
2. They asked for at least a "$200" donation
3. They said that they would have to accept multiple applications.
What eventually made me give up on Pingo was that i went back there to see him on the 23rd, only for them to introduce me to "Cookie"
Here is a picture of Cookie (stolen from google)
cute, isnt she?
well Cookie is 3years old. Shes got a bad case of athritis in her hind legs, and another in her left hip. It must be congenital because she is too young to have these health issues.
Anyway, they asked if i wanted her.
Now here is the funny part:
1. I could have Cookie immediately
2. I would have to sign a medical waiver (due to her health issues and because she'll need surgery soon)
3. I could have paid less than $50 for her
if this world isnt corrupted, I DONT KNOW WHAT IS!
Here i was thinking that the shelter is there to rescue dogs, not knwing that they are there to sell rescued dogs to the highest bidders.
Can anyone say "legalized crime?" or is it "immorality"?
I figured instead of paying money into such a disgusting intitution, i would just go purchase one from a breeder.
And so i did.
Here is Darque.
Darque is a pug just like Pingo. She is so cute! Hope God blesses her for me.
She is a 9.5weeks old pug.
Please, welcome her.
It really made me mad because they had said that i would make a good owner for him.
Yet,
1.They decided to keep him longer in a lone crate
2. They asked for at least a "$200" donation
3. They said that they would have to accept multiple applications.
What eventually made me give up on Pingo was that i went back there to see him on the 23rd, only for them to introduce me to "Cookie"
Here is a picture of Cookie (stolen from google)
cute, isnt she?
well Cookie is 3years old. Shes got a bad case of athritis in her hind legs, and another in her left hip. It must be congenital because she is too young to have these health issues.
Anyway, they asked if i wanted her.
Now here is the funny part:
1. I could have Cookie immediately
2. I would have to sign a medical waiver (due to her health issues and because she'll need surgery soon)
3. I could have paid less than $50 for her
if this world isnt corrupted, I DONT KNOW WHAT IS!
Here i was thinking that the shelter is there to rescue dogs, not knwing that they are there to sell rescued dogs to the highest bidders.
Can anyone say "legalized crime?" or is it "immorality"?
I figured instead of paying money into such a disgusting intitution, i would just go purchase one from a breeder.
And so i did.
Here is Darque.
Darque is a pug just like Pingo. She is so cute! Hope God blesses her for me.
She is a 9.5weeks old pug.
Please, welcome her.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Waking up
I have this one dream
that i still dream
and to live it
would be the greatest joy of me
Had a stir
a shrug
a shift
and now it is
that i live that dream.
that i still dream
and to live it
would be the greatest joy of me
Had a stir
a shrug
a shift
and now it is
that i live that dream.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday
I started off my day weird!
i woke up late around 1pm, Nat had called and she was warning me about my lateness
"If you dont start the turkey early, you know it wont be ready by the time they get there, right?"
And do you think i listened?
So i went downstairs in the basement to get the car so i can go across the street to the mall to shop for the stuff i need to stuff the turkey
i figured i'd drive even though the store is just across the street, just in case i ended up purchasing more than i anticipated. I hate dragging so much stuff home across the street. I'd rather drive.
I went to the basement to the parking lot only to find my car missing.
Chineke mo!
i tell you; all i could think of was that my car had been repo'd because i havent paid my car loan dues for last month! I was almost crying when i remembered that i had parked the car in front of my building last night.
i blew out one long breath of thanks to God in the form of Co2 as i went back into the elevator to go to the ground floor. Yes, my poor old car was there. Thank God!
So i got into the car, back up so i could get out of the parking spot and heard a funny "bang!"
Jesu!
i looked out to see i had hit the red van behind me.
My heart nearly jumped out my nose as i litterally picked up a piece of paper and wrote
"I just hit your car. Please call me at (564) 673-8564" It took me at least 30 seconds to write that-my hand was shaking so much. I didnt even think, all i could imagine was a big dent in the back of my poor car and an even bigger dent in the front of the red van.
I went to stick the note on the red van and decided to take a look at the damages-
zero, zit, nada, ofo, nothing at fucking all!
not a dent, not a scratch, nothing!
I just jejely returned to my car and CAREFULLY got out of the parking spot, to the mall.
So! i got to the mall, decided to get my wallet and realised i had left it at home. So instead of driving back and forth, i just walked back home to pick up my wallet and walked back to the mall to shop.
I shopped and got back home before realising that i had LEFT the car at the mall!
I wont kill myself, i tell you. If my head wasnt attached to my neck, i know i'd forget it somewhere. I mean, who forgets their car at the mall?!?
So that was a great start for my thanksgiving day!
Forget that the turkey wasnt cooked by the time the guests arrived at 7pm because i had only started baking it at 4:45pm
Forget that no one including myself ate the turkey slices in their dinner plates because it tasted like rubber ( as per it wasnt cooked lol)
Forget that i had to pop the half backed thing back into the oven for a second bake
It was my first time hosting my family thanksgiving dinner,
And my first time doing an almost great job of it
For most of them, it was their first time seeing my new place and they all loved it!
Reminded me why i had chosen to live here...
We danced, we ate, we laughed
I made shrimp ceaser salad which Fierce's husband litterally made "baa" noices to (like a goat) because he claimed i was making him animal food...
I made the turkey with wild rice,celery, bead and onion stuffing and honey-orange glaze
Fierce made garlic-herbed spagetti, banana bread and chocolate cake with toffee-nut topping
Mom made beancake (moimoi) and jollof rice
Ambition made shrimp fried rice
10 people in here (myself included). We had enough food to last us through Katrina
By 8pm we were mostly all so tired
The eveining ended at 10:45pm after we had danced ourselves to exhaustion
I went to sleep at 1am only to have a dream about Kimani (tufiakwa), TBS (WTF!) and some (imaginary?) boyfriend of mine. I tell you, dreams are so silly!
I have so much to be thankful for. I thank God for my life, for my family, for my friends and for my love of self.
i woke up late around 1pm, Nat had called and she was warning me about my lateness
"If you dont start the turkey early, you know it wont be ready by the time they get there, right?"
And do you think i listened?
So i went downstairs in the basement to get the car so i can go across the street to the mall to shop for the stuff i need to stuff the turkey
i figured i'd drive even though the store is just across the street, just in case i ended up purchasing more than i anticipated. I hate dragging so much stuff home across the street. I'd rather drive.
I went to the basement to the parking lot only to find my car missing.
Chineke mo!
i tell you; all i could think of was that my car had been repo'd because i havent paid my car loan dues for last month! I was almost crying when i remembered that i had parked the car in front of my building last night.
i blew out one long breath of thanks to God in the form of Co2 as i went back into the elevator to go to the ground floor. Yes, my poor old car was there. Thank God!
So i got into the car, back up so i could get out of the parking spot and heard a funny "bang!"
Jesu!
i looked out to see i had hit the red van behind me.
My heart nearly jumped out my nose as i litterally picked up a piece of paper and wrote
"I just hit your car. Please call me at (564) 673-8564" It took me at least 30 seconds to write that-my hand was shaking so much. I didnt even think, all i could imagine was a big dent in the back of my poor car and an even bigger dent in the front of the red van.
I went to stick the note on the red van and decided to take a look at the damages-
zero, zit, nada, ofo, nothing at fucking all!
not a dent, not a scratch, nothing!
I just jejely returned to my car and CAREFULLY got out of the parking spot, to the mall.
So! i got to the mall, decided to get my wallet and realised i had left it at home. So instead of driving back and forth, i just walked back home to pick up my wallet and walked back to the mall to shop.
I shopped and got back home before realising that i had LEFT the car at the mall!
I wont kill myself, i tell you. If my head wasnt attached to my neck, i know i'd forget it somewhere. I mean, who forgets their car at the mall?!?
So that was a great start for my thanksgiving day!
Forget that the turkey wasnt cooked by the time the guests arrived at 7pm because i had only started baking it at 4:45pm
Forget that no one including myself ate the turkey slices in their dinner plates because it tasted like rubber ( as per it wasnt cooked lol)
Forget that i had to pop the half backed thing back into the oven for a second bake
It was my first time hosting my family thanksgiving dinner,
And my first time doing an almost great job of it
For most of them, it was their first time seeing my new place and they all loved it!
Reminded me why i had chosen to live here...
We danced, we ate, we laughed
I made shrimp ceaser salad which Fierce's husband litterally made "baa" noices to (like a goat) because he claimed i was making him animal food...
I made the turkey with wild rice,celery, bead and onion stuffing and honey-orange glaze
Fierce made garlic-herbed spagetti, banana bread and chocolate cake with toffee-nut topping
Mom made beancake (moimoi) and jollof rice
Ambition made shrimp fried rice
10 people in here (myself included). We had enough food to last us through Katrina
By 8pm we were mostly all so tired
The eveining ended at 10:45pm after we had danced ourselves to exhaustion
I went to sleep at 1am only to have a dream about Kimani (tufiakwa), TBS (WTF!) and some (imaginary?) boyfriend of mine. I tell you, dreams are so silly!
I have so much to be thankful for. I thank God for my life, for my family, for my friends and for my love of self.
Friday, August 24, 2007
My poor eyes
I'm exhausted. My lower eyelids look so edemetous, they look like they're infected. I cried all night and remembered my dreams. Thats odd, i never remember my dreams. I dremt about Chisel- something about him texting me, asking me to forgive him, that hes been with 33 women and none of them had stayed because of his lifestyle. Dreams are funny, so silly...
I also dreamt about Ambition and Fierce (my eldest sister). In my dream, Ambition and I lived together and Fierce came over for a visit. The visit seemed casual but i knew it wasnt. Ambition had been messing her life up again and Fierce had come to talk to her. So much is going on with Ambition, i dont even know where to start.
I also dreamt about Ambition and Fierce (my eldest sister). In my dream, Ambition and I lived together and Fierce came over for a visit. The visit seemed casual but i knew it wasnt. Ambition had been messing her life up again and Fierce had come to talk to her. So much is going on with Ambition, i dont even know where to start.
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