stumblingtumbling

today in camp i said:
"this feels endless. I feel like I was just here yesterday". but the irony was just left to tend to itself; people paid no attention. It was not a sense of deja vu, more a sense of endlessness. like a looping record - someone needs to change the disc please

The moment when you just snap out of a dream is magical. In that instant you are washed with loss, and left futilely grabbing for shreds of a memory, or rather, moments that flee from the 'Present' created in the dream, towards the Past and the Future. For dreams seem to spin yarns and weave stories about the future, drawing from the past, and the canvases of recent Presents. We're often left hanging, eyes still sleep-filled, for endings and conclusions of these dreams. If only endings came that easy!

Recollection (not out of nostalgia, or pretence) :
I remember this one dream from a long time ago vividly; I was at a stairwell in bras basah complex, with xx, and the ceiling turned into this sky of stars; a swirling sea of bright lights. Very much Harry Potter like! Stars in stairwell sky. stars familiar and unfamiliar; stars that point the future, with light from the past. And the stars danced to an infinity. I pointed out Orion.

And that was all i remember when I woke up. It was a cool scene. Someday I'll have it in a film! Maybe.