what are you try to say...?

so lately i've been obsessing over F1 drivers, that had been made easy by social media - so the stalker in me has been enabled.
now the really weird thing is that decided to stalk DR3 and very very recently his hag MI -always together like ALWAYS.
anyway, if we're going for absolute type it would be CS55 just no doubt (hello spanish), and initially the stalker tendency was there and this is really sad to say.... the more i researched and stalked the less i was interested. from the looks and the charm and his wit and everything about him is commendable but i just wasnt pulled in.... now DR3 however,  there are so many things wrong about this guy, but he's the deal, there's just something there that has a pull....
so it was with great surprise that i had a vivid dream of CS55,
i remembered it so much when i woke up but now its 1am of the day after so much details have escaped me... except for that face when he looked (without a mask on) to tell me something....

so i just put it down to this... predicting the winner for sunday..... CS55, DR3, LH44...._

pps
i cant sleep, theres a rustling noise outisde and i cant seem to figure out where its coming from....
shit! 

sometimes its better not to dream

I woke up this morning, disoriented and nervous.
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go to point .45, the one with the comment. i know its not the scariest thing ever, but, this song was playing in my head when i woke up and seriously, just be glad you weren't sharing the same space of my dream. .45 on wards was dark with shadows all around... continuing this way until you looked closely at the walls and saw nothing but blood spatter all across. the end of the song ended with a knife glinting in the moonlight and the last note dies. and i wake up.
*ugh*

weirdness of me

Does anyone believe in dreams anymore?
As a kid, I thought they contained the future or answers to questions/problems.
I then tried to pay more attention to them and remember them because they had wild and wacky ideas that I thought I could use for storylines. Sàndor Ferenczi proposed that dreams...may communicate something that is not being said outright.

Whatever the reason, I had a really unexpected dream. I woke up with butterflies in my stomach, my knees feeling weak, and a sheepish smile on my face.

I was dreaming that there was a finance training I had to go to. The details now escape me, but the dark room and the participants are all I remember. Yogi was there participating at the seminar, but only for a bit. Anyway, I was driving to get to the training (I remembered I was on the road) and called Yogi at the office. (Just so you know, I nickname people from where they are from, like Portugal, Greece, etc. Steve had once tried calling me Phili or Pina or Manila, but none really worked). I got his answering machine, with a really long message, Hi this is Yogi, if you're calling about whatever issue, please reforward your request to someone else, etc, etc. If its you, Philippines, I miss you.

I need help.

Dreams do come true

Its the disappointment that I'm afraid of.
What if the dream doesn't come out the way that you've, you know, dreamt it?
But it's not my dream, so I can't claim the heartache.

I'm just so happy to know that dreams can be made into a reality if you want it bad enough. Congratulations!