I had the weirdest dream last night. We were living in a house made of wood, and the furniture are all woods, and of course the Door Furniture is made out of wood. The house we were living (in my dreams) were a bit elevated, so there’s a ladder in the front entrance. Then before the wooden door is a screen door made out of wood and blue screen (yes that is how detailed my dreams are). So before we got to sleep, I checked on the door and saw men going up to the stairs. It turns out that these men were robbers! From that scene it shifted to a scene where we are to fight the robbers. Fight as in good versus evil kind of type, complete with black and white effects. And then we won the battle. How strange dreams can get.

But you know me, I am part time worrier, so before I went upstairs, I checked our Door Knobs if it’s already locked, no make that double. You really can’t be too sure. Surely, I will spend the night wide awake. I can’t sleep thinking about my dreams. Actually, there are times that I don’t want to sleep because I am afraid of the things that I might dream.There were times that I woke up crying. I hate dreaming.