When the alarm rang this morning I don't feel like waking up. Thus I continued sleeping.
It was worth it. I dreamt the longest and most entertaining dream I ever had.
It was a two parts dream.
The first part was I dreamt of me being a consultant. I consulted a group of Malay entrepreneurs. I met my mentor Dr Ismail Nor in a conference of intellectuals.
I told him a story, "First there were two heads, then there were two skulls..."
He corrected me, "First there were two heads, then there was a third head. Then the three heads become one skull."
Of course I said, three heads become one skull. I was referring to the magic trick I used to do when I was a kid using rubber band.
Let me see if I can find the clip in You Tube:
Why it was three heads become one skull is because I used to put the rubber bands on three fingers instead of two and then it went to only one finger. It was more intriguing to the audience that way
I don't quite understand why I had that dream but it was really thought provoking.
Then I presented in the conference. While I was presenting I laced my lecture while playing an electric guitar.
Somewhere before or after the scene I remembered doing a garage sale of all my working shirts. Some I sold for RM10 and the Armanis, I sold for RM20. That's because I was very thin and fit. I only kept one white shirt and my Levi's Dockers pants as my official outfit.
I became a consultant that played guitar while I lectured at the conference.
The second part of my dream was me as a teenager in school. It was one of the prestigious private school in the USA. Complete with maroon blazer as a school uniform. I was a physics prodigy that plays electric guitar. Wherever I went I will have this guitar with me. A[s] I will riff the guitar as if I communicated verbally and electrically with the guitar.
I[] first I played Iron Maiden songs. Then I started composing my own riffs. Soon I was so good that I played two guitars simultaneously! I even used the violin bow to play on the guitar.
There was one scene where I was attending a physic lecture on magnet a[s] I asked, "what makes a magnet molecule?" The lecturer said that was a very profound question and [m]ad us looked up for the answer. So the whole class started looking for it in the book.
Nobody found it. So this morning I think I just Google for the answer:
Well I found the answer but I don't quite understand it. Or rather, I don't really appreciate the answers that was given LOL So fuck it.
Here I was, going around campus with my guitar, composing my thoughts through the riffs.
Then I decided to compose riffs about girls and about me falling in love. Turned out the[re] were made out of anger. So I decided to wake [].
It was better than any movie that I saw. This was a movie about ME! Of how I would live my life if I had a different path to lead. I was not a rock star or anything like that. I was just being eccentric LMAO.
Now to add to the excitement, this morning I woke up and found in my email this message:
5:07 AM (4 hours ago)
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A string of postings from Dreams of Mirrors *[] sent to me right after I deleted a few of the esoteric postings from it last night. As if whoever that composed the sequence agreed that I let go of those postings.
* Hey Sarah, did you arrange the sequence? Or are we already entering the era of Singularity?
There are codes and there are patterns. In this case, the sequence is definitely a code because it tells a story.
This song was on air:
I FEEL LIKE HAVING A GOOOOD FUCK!
Hahaha... It feels so good.
Another dopamine hit:
What I don't quite get is am I becoming more human or am I reclining to be a cyborg?
Hmmm... A pattern:
Oooh Sarah... I am the Dancing Wu Li Master... I am walking between the best of both worlds.
Another dopamine hit:
Nothing like the certainty of knowing of where you are going honey. Where I will be, I am SUPREME! How about that Sarah?
Here is another dopamine hit:
OK, enough ego tripping. Today Princess is on leave. So we are going to Burger King for a Whopper.
Nothing is going to rain on my parade today.
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