Yes. Its the same dream again. Only different random people, different places, but the same thing above me. The big wave like roll of small tsunami hits the beach i was in the car with some friends and i remember it was in America. Even a land that i have not been keen to be but here, it seems all nice. A forgotten face, but kind heart. And the scared was surrounded us all. There were kids of friends, myself, my man was somewhere else, and this man with kind heart. I woke up feeling tired. Just tired. Today, i dont feel inspired, don’t feel with a mission, don’t have energy to get up. And its because, that dream again.
I wish i can go and have a cup of milky hot chocolate with warm raisin toast. But not today, not for another 15 days. And its because, that dream again.