Eskimo Dream

 My workmate was looking for the meaning of her dream and I remembered one of the last dreams I had. I was travelling with a group of people and we were Eskimos, it feels like the group of people I was travelling with is my family and I was a kid in the dream. We were walking to go from one point to the other  and we know that we are in danger of being caught by some bad people, so we were walking in one big group, knowing that if one gets separated, one will be in danger. We have developed a means to hide from the bad people and this is by covering ourselves in snow, which will look like we got frozen while on journey. We suddenly felt like bad is coming and we got ourselves covered in snow in time, we have to put a hole at one end of our snow covering for us to be able to breathe. I have to make sure that the hole is open. The bad people came and one of them looks in the hole and I can see his face so I closed my eyes and pretended to be dead so he could not harm us. He blew on my face and waited for a reaction and when he did not get any he shoved some snow on the hole just to make sure we're dead. I got worried cause we will not be able to breath, but there was another hole on top of the snow covering us so we were ok.

I woke up and felt relief...

Another One Bites the Dust...

Why is it that when you meet someone good and someone you think you can get along with really well and not pretend that you are somebody else, Murphy’s law kicks you in the butt and makes you realise that, “ girl! Whatever it is that you’re hoping to happen here, is not going to happen, not to you and not this time. It sucks!

  Sorry , I suppose I have not been visited by feelings of  sadness for awhile and unfortunately for me, this emotion is often accompanied by its miserable friends, bitter and selfish. It just seems like I have become very fond of , lets just say, a nice pair of pants, and now that I have been really comfortable wearing it and having it with me every time I travel , life has decided to take it away from me and I’m not ready to let go of my favourite pants, not just yet. If the choice is solely mine, I will keep it with me for a really long time, cause my other favourite pairs were taken from me as well and for some reason I know that it will probably take awhile before I can find another pair that fits perfectly. Its not fair!

  Its almost the same feeling I have whenever my Dad has to go to work and leave us for almost 9 to 10 months at a time, you just feel, helpless, cause you know he has to go and you cant do anything about it…You’re just left to deal with this feeling until I suppose just like everything else, time makes it a bit better…

  Thank God for good friends, they will always pick you up and let you know that, you are a good person and that this will pass and something good or maybe even better will come along. It sounds like a cliche but it does make you feel a little stronger and helps you move along.