I blame it on my bed. I think it's just too roomy for me. CH thinks it could be the black chandelier hanging above my bed, like a big blob of oil threatening to burst and engulf me in a gooey mess.
Then again, I've always had fitful sleep whether it's at home, in hotels or in my little cot at my parent's home. On Sunday night, I woke up at 1am, 3am, 4am, 5am and finally 5.45am to look at my clock. Why? Because I was anxious about what I should do with Rusty in the morning. As you all know, I sent him back to the farm later that morning. As you can imagine, I felt like a zoombie all day!
With Rusty gone, I slept better last night and only got up at 1am because I kept hearing a beeping sound. I checked the dryer and found it wasn't beeping. Since I was already there, I removed the load of clothes that had already been spun dry. I must have looked like I was doing chores while sleep walking.
I tried going back to sleep and heard the sound again. This time I traced it to the cordless phone in the living room. It was running out of battery and was making a warning sound. I put it back into the charger and crawled back into bed.
Then I dreamt of a river regatta. Now, I've never been to a river regatta all my life but in my dream, the scenes were so real and alive. It was happening right at the doorstep of my old village house where we had a small and slow river but in my dream, the river was swollen and water was gushing downstream like a white water rapid.
Big and elaborately decorated wooden boats filled with warriors rowing their oars furiously were charging down the river. Some boats were filled with excited schoolgirls, others had people dressed in colourful costumes. There were even boats filled with cherubic babies with soft, blond hair. I even saw some disney characters. It was all very joyous but dangerous. I was capturing every moment with my SLR camera (I've never owned one all my life). The gushing water, exhilarated faces and carnival like atmosphere made the dream very exciting.
It's funny how I have been dreaming about my old village home lately. The little neighbourhood in the countryside where I grew up in. Last weekend, I dreamt that I was at the old market. The scenes were so vivid. I could remember all the shops and stalls. At the fishmonger's, I pointed to some squids and asked for 3 pieces. The fishmonger took one and placed in on the weighing scale. For some reason, the little squid became a giant squid that must have weighed 10kgs!
I exclaimed, "That's so huge! We can't finish eating all that. I don't want it anymore."
I woke up at 7am the next morning and went to the wet market almost right away. In case you're wondering, yes, I bought some squids. Not giant ones. Just the little ones for me and my family.
This was SK's breakfast. I thought making pancakes should be piece of cake but noooo, one was slightly undercooked while the other was burnt. I'm not talented when it comes to baking or working with batter. No time to make new ones. SK couldn't finish anyway but I don't blame him.