My Dreams.

Once I dreamed about:

*I and my family riding in Joker's car.
*I dreamed about him, he was in my grandmother's backyard (Yeah! That was funny!) and he was playing with some other guys only to know he was hiding behind a bush, seeing another girl. :(
*I dreamed about him (again) and he and other guy (which is his best friend) shopping for dresses at Robinsons! Haha!

Dreams are really meant to guide us in so many ways.

Somehow, dreams are the ways.
They are the reasons for being imaginative and living everyday. I know my dreams are really hilarious but I dream once a month, so better get the chance.

Usually, my dreams are worthless.

They don't signify anything and makes me only laugh. It was really absurd on how my dreams come out. I try to tell it to friends and my pesky, little brother and they laugh about it. (Well, I try to laugh about it to. Hell, who would dream of a guy who shops for dresses?! Haha!)

Anything but dreams makes me feel better the next day. The only dream that didn't made me feel so good is my dream last night.

It was so disturbing. It was a non-sense. It doesn't made me think of a meaning.

The dream was:

It was dark. It was messy. I was crying.

Then, I saw my family, him, my friends. They are all turning away. Okay. It wasn't really dark but it has a atmosphere of bad and evil things. Creepy and terrifying.

"Oh My Gawd. Don't be a nightmare" I cried. "I am not ready to die!" I exclaimed afterward.

"DREAMS are made to live."