A retirement plan?

Quite literally, ‪#‎dreamt‬ about taking over a bicycle kiosk along East Coast Park, on impulse. The plan was to convert it into a small cafe. The existing owner uncle asked if we had other contingencies. We could continue renting out bicycles and additionally rent out Nerfs blasters for play on the field beside the kiosk.

Lubricant for my tank

The petrol kiosk car servicing workshop that I regularly patronise was the location of last night's #dream. It was cleaner than usual but the feel was of that place over all. The boss managed to convince me to buy a bottle of WD40 at the mini store which looked nothing like what it really is IRL and I paid for it at the cashier while my... tank was being serviced?

No really, the boss scraped some grime off of one of the metal caterpillar track segment of my flippin' tank as he spoke.

So yes, I dreamt that I bought a bottle of lubricant for my tank. Couldn't make out its model though.

Bagpipes

Bagpipes? I #dreamt of bagpipes?

Random merges of memories?

So last night I was with R on a cab in Thailand. I never really saw her, but the presence was implied. The haze was present. The driver drove on the highway beside a long stretch of beach, and as he welcomed us, he basically presented the clear blue skies to us as we drove past the end of the hazy zone. We could see for miles.

The next scene had us in some sort of a hotel room. I was looking out the window and took a random shot of the scenery outside. It was late at night. There was a bunch of shophouses. Immediately, I sent the shot via WhatsApp to a group chat of guys. Almost immediately, JWu replied with a red circle highlighting that he was in the picture just leaving his office.

Before I knew it, I was at that building he just left, and was trying to get to the carpark on higher floors. I met my sis in the lift lobby.

From the above scenes from my #dream, it is evident that the haze never really left me, JWu is permanently a slave to his job, and I'm thinking of returning to The Land of Smiles.

Creepy dogs in the snow

What kind of a dog can survive with just the nose and mouth intact, no body nor limbs, out in the snowy cold? Beats me, but that was what showed up in yesterday night's #dream. There were two of them in the knee-deep snow, and they were of a long-haired Shepherd/Collie breed. I recall how perplexed I was... and still feeling it even now.

The two dog snouts were simply lying around, very much alive with their tongues still sticking out, in the snow beside a dimly lit hut waiting for whoever stays in there to throw them a bone. And they seemed content hanging around like that, blissfully unaware they are nothing more than incomplete body parts.