Beware

I know. Dreams are actually kind of boring if they're not your own. I think we've all suffered through having to listen to someone else telling us about their very exciting dream... So you've been forewarned. This post is about my dreams.

I've been remembering them somewhat well as of late because they've been rather disturbing.

For example, a couple of days ago I dreamt I was in Malaysia in a public shopping centre. The floors were all slippery (please God, I don't want to know why) and I kept falling over and landing on my ass and getting filth all over it. There is something so different about the filth in Australia vs. Asia. In Asia, it is, for the most part, piss and shit. Here, I feel the dirt is more wholesome. It's actually... dirt. Yeah, there's piss and shit but at least it's hidden under dirt so we're fooled into believing it's just soil or it's just brown paint.

So that kept happening. I really should have left the shopping centre at that point but instead I went to use the bathroom where it was even more wet. I fell into a squat toilet with someone else's shit in it. I woke up then. I think from self-preservation. That is not the first time I've had that dream.

Yesterday night, my dream had something to do with India and Bollywood. I think because of two things. Firstly, that night I watched this show on BBC called UK Family or something like that. It was one of those horribly depressing reality shows that lacks all the glamour and drama we like. Instead, it was about an Indian family in the UK and it was so fucking depressing. I feel really claustrophobic when I watch those shows like I can't get out, this is life! Where every day is just four walls and the same thing and boring people. Secondly, I was browsing facebook when I came across one of those articles someone had read about some Indian actress who pretended to be pregnant for Halloween or something. Can't really remember. So that contributed to my Bollywood inspired dream. I think I was married to an Indian man but we lived in Switzerland for some reason and we went skiing a lot. In that sense, it was actually a pretty good dream.

Not sure what happened last night. Must've been something bad because I blocked it out.

Happy Saturday, friends.

J