this happened close to more than a week ago. madness that i can still remember it.
first dream: toy story.
i was one of the toys. but the storyline doesn't exactly follow the movie. instead, we were venturing into the garden (think typical american homes with backyards), swinging ourselves out of danger using the clothesline, and basically trying to get out of harm's way with a bunch of pals who stuck together in this time of crises. i think there was even a roller skate or some small vehicle we hung on to with four wheels that got us propelled into the air out of danger (think that's somewhere along the part of the clothes hanger in the backyard shows up)...
second dream: the da vinci code.
i was the disappointment of a son to my father, owner of a huge mansion with a big garden + decorative fountain/shallow pool. i returned to my father's house in his final days of sorts, pushing him in his wheelchair and talking to him. he mentions of a mystery that sparks of a chain of events as i investigate into the matter. all rather mysterious and suspenseful.
all that... i dreamt, more than a week back. within one night.
i know that i had another dream totally different from these 2 just a few days back. sadly i can't recall its details. i only know i had dreamt.
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