It was a weird night. Slept at about 2am the night before, and tried to sleep at 130am yesterday. But I could hardly sleep well. It's not in an entirely bad sense, I just felt rather fresh, like I just woke up, I felt pretty happy, in fact. It's a positive feeling.
Was flipping through a car magazine since I couldn't really sleep yet, all was still fine. Then I turned off the lights. The first half an hour or so was fine. Then it came. Haunting me again. Recollections of past experiences, flashes of a few people who've appeared in my life.
One figure appears in these flashbacks the most. But why? I've told myself that all I would just keep all the happy memories with me and leave the emotional stuff behind, but everytime when it comes into my head it will somehow still come to that part. Im still carrying excess emotional baggage.
Why on earth and I still carrying the baggage? I was supposed to delete all emotional attachments and blah blah.. But years have passed and there's still a slice of it left. Ok, it's a tiny bit, but it's not supposed to be there at all. I need to reformat my hard drive. Or I maybe use anti-spyware to get rid of the unwanted stuff. Anyhow, the comfort of hugging my pillow pacified my thoughts and brought me to sleep.
The drama has not ended yet, I woke up several times throughout the night, feeling quite energised each time. Peace, until just before waking up. I had a weird 'hollywood summer action romance blockbuster' kind of dream. First time weapons and high tech anti-weaponry gear appeared in my dream. It's almost a joke. Anyhow, it goes like the last action scene in Mr & Mrs Smith. It felt like I was Jolie, someone was Pitt (yes, there was a specific person in the dream) and the other agents (a specific person too, though i've forgotten who it is when i woke up). So ya, something similar to that last scene happened, and while we walked out emerging as the victors, I looked up to see the person's face. Saw a smile, and I was awake.
Of course, it's a ridiculous dream. But the feelings were quite real. As in the fear when people shot at me, the sense of pride n victory when I walked out unscathed, the comfort I felt when I saw the person walking out with me, also unharmed.
The weather is well, just great to be having more fantasies. Not dirty ones, mind you, but romantic ones.
When somebody reads this, he'll be thinking "wow, are you serious? is that person so influential to change you overnight?" My answer is no. I just happened to have straighten some of my thought yesterday. Damien Rice's song did contribute too. Amazing song. Bar perhaps Pachelbel's Canon, no another tune has ever made me feel so much.
It's time to reformat the hard drive.