#36

I'm writing this fourteen minutes to tomorrow. My eyes are tired, my mind, restless. I wonder what I'll think of this entry when I read it again at around 10am.

I can't think of anything else but of the journey I've planned in my mind. There is actually no plan - I just know that when I'm already capable of leaving, I will pack my bags and head to a place new to me. I'd like to meet new people and experience different cultures. Nothing else matters right now, not even the amount of money I'd lose in making this dream happen.

And you know what makes me look forward to it even more? He is coming with me.

#8

I don't like dreams that make me weary the morning after. There I was, out with two people from my previous work - people I never talked to in real life. Of all the people I want to be with in my dreams, my subconscious chose them. I cannot remember what happened or why the three of us were even together, but I do vividly recall that when we parted ways, I went inside a room that I figured was a student hall.

College.

I stood there, confused. It was like a scene from a movie where the lead star stands in the middle and everything starts to spin. Dramatic like that.

I wonder if anyone in my dream knew I am almost 27.