onsdag, januar 26, 2011

A dream is a wish your heart makes.

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[ source: We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/6543295 ]

If the title is true (based on the Disney song from Cinderella, btw.), then my heart has a serious problem.

Here is my dream:

I dreamt that I was in America on vacation. For some weird reason, I was at the gym (of all places). I went to the treadmill and guess who was on the treadmill next to mine? BRUNO MARS! I guess its because I watched Grenade before I slept. It was #1 on Chart Attack Top 5 WOO! Anyway, he was like "Hi!" and I was like "Whoa, HI!" He was like, "You working out?" I was like "Yeah, first time exercising in a foreign country." He was like, "you're a foreigner?" and I was like "Yeah, I'm from Singapore." His face was -- :0 oh ok. Then I told him how I needed to keep in shape for jogging. He was like "You have jogging in your school?" and so I told him all about Cedar jogging. Suddenly he asked me, "What's that?" He was pointing to a long, rectangular black box. I immediately knew what it was and for some reason I said, "You'll see it soon!" Yeah, so after jogging like, 1.6km, I went to the black box and took out... MY TROMBONE! Yes, my TROMBONE!!! He was like O.o "Whuud is that?" I told him that I needed to build my lung capacity and stuff by playing while exercising, which I did not understand at all. Yeah, so I started playing. I guess it was loud, cos he was like "Maybe you should go to the soundproof room over there." Yeah, so I went to that room and played alot. IT WAS SO FARNY! I played like shit. I didn't know what I played. I just was playing and running at the same time LOL. Yeah, then, I tripped and whacked my trombone on the treadmill. You know, the classical treadmill fall? Yeah, then I woke up. Last thing I remember was Bruno Mars taking my wallet and looking at my EZ Link card (unglam picture, yo!) and then I woke up.

That's the end of my dream. But let me tell you : this is the most logical dream I have ever had. Just imagine the others...

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