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Alright let us go ahead then. I am pushing back writing until a little later or tomorrow. I was going to catch up with a lot of great stories. My opened chrome tabs are a lot. I have spent some serious time clicking the "Next Page" in notifications and right-clicking and opening items in new tabs. It was fun reading and funnier that I find myself commenting to posts a week back.
I have been holding back on writing these two things. Wait.
I have two dreams that I remember vividly. Save for dreams like the 3 BTCs, it seldom happens that up until today, counting from three days back, I can still recall bits and pieces of it. Not only that. I also can still feel the emotions I felt during the dream and after waking up from the dream. Largely : weirded-out among other things that I felt.
Well it was because a few minutes back before deciding to finally give that "Write > Full Article" a go, I was reading one article but my mind keeps going back to the dreams instead. No, the two things are not in any way related to the post I was reading. It was just that time that when I read one paragraph I realized I understood nothing because my brain was replaying the dream. So to give my crazy, re-calling brain a rest I am giving in to putting it down in words. Finally. Hoping it seals the mouth of the tiny brain cells that keep on re-telling the stories like some bonfire tale. After that, I can go back in finding my peace in reading the article I wanted to read. Again, hopefully.
The shadow of the rotating blades of the chopper can be seen on the surface of the mountain below. They (or was it "we"?) were not too high. It was a smooth-soaring flight. The pilot, co-pilot and two passengers at the back seat were relaxed. But at some point during the dream, there was a calm, yes calm, announcement that the chopper needs to be abandoned. I know I haven't watched war movies in a long time so I am not sure where the chopper idea came from. It was not even crashing. There is just a need to abandon ship or, in this case, abandon chopper.
First off, the co-pilot ejects. Am I in the chopper? On the first part, it seems so. But then on this part it seems that I am hovering around the scene. Thousands of feet high, but the frame of my vision is simply on the chopper.
And then the pilot, finishing a conversation on the radio, turns around to assist the passenger seated right behind him. When he turned around, the one he was assisting was a kid! Barely ten years old. Probably younger. The pilot seemed surprised himself. He hesitated. I felt shocked.
This is the point where I woke up. And I thought that was one cruel dream still in shock.
It was a bright sunny day but I was rushing out of the house. Because a friend, who was a grab driver in my dream, which I incidentally booked was already out waiting for me at our gate. I have a paper cup of cappuccino with me.
I was going out the door when someone called my attention that I am wearing my shirt inside out. I glanced down and saw the neck label flapping just below my chin. I find that detail amusing. Like when I recall the dream, I can still see that label flapping. And oh I was wearing all white - shirt and shorts and sneakers. So chill and so relaxed but rushing out.
This dream character has a face. I saw this friend's face and I know it is probably because I had a conversation with him few days back asking how his quarantine was and how he got infected and such.
When I got into the car of my friend, I shut the door and then I spilled my coffee. Like I dropped the cup or something. I just saw the contents spill and the cup roll under the seat in front of me. Nothing spilled on my all white though.
And then we started talking while we went off somewhere where I cannot remember but our conversation was more like I am asking him for some sort of a gig or side hustle to which he was telling me he knows no gigs anymore. Something also in me says something about a side hustle that I can help others out with. Rather unclear. But there is that part of the need to help someone or some org or something.
I got out of the car when I reached the destination I still do not know where. But the scene ended up with me recalling the fact that my friend no longer knows of any more side hustles he can tell me about. I remember sitting on a concrete bench in a park looking up at the buildings surrounding the park.
I woke up at this point . Thinking what and why was I thinking about side hustles? The sense of need for that side hustle and that helping others out bothered me. It has . . . weight. I don't know how else to describe it.
There. Whew.... Hopefully, the rallying brain cells around the bonfire will start talking about something else now so I can go back to reading. Haha..