Dreams

29th September 2007
Saturday
my fear of losing the things I loved

I woke up late today. And I do mean late. I took a look at my handphone and saw that it was 6.20pm already. And I had a couple of messages asking if I was going for band today. By the time I read the message, band had already ended. So I just deleted the message.

During my fifteen hour slumber, I had a weird dream. Something that goes along the line of walking from a hotel to the airport with an extremely heavy backpack on my shoulders. I was walking to the brink of exhaustion. My legs refused to move and I had to struggle to take another step.

Somehow I made it to a hawker centre and met up with a busload of friends there. There, I realised my trumpets were swapped and I had a Bb trumpet (Yamaha Student model) and cornet (looked like a Besson cornet) in my bag that does not belong to me. So I went to a small wooden house that was still under renovation to look for a man who was holding on to my instrument. I found him and got back my instrument. Then I woke up.

Weird dream. But the dream sort of represented my desire to travel and my fear of losing the things I loved. I remember opening the backpack and finding it filled with books. Maybe it is a sign that I am being tied down by the education.

"Language of the subconcious - Dreams"
-Han Yong