I do everything in exaggeration. I do. I am such a drama queen. Just this morning I had one of those
dreams wherein you wake up wanting for more. More of what, you may ask? More of hand holding and cuddling, quiet walks in the park and all that shit…need I say more? See? I told you I am drama queen. Who in their right mind would dwell so much on one stupid dream? Apparently me…
To dream that you are holding hands with someone, represents your connection with that person. Your dream may also reflect anxieties about losing touch with him/her or that you are drifting apart.
They couldn’t have said it any better. Too much angst. Too much longing. Gag me!!!
So that must be the reason for my shitty morning apart from the whining kid who made me want to be a vegetarian…so details, details. On my way to work, riding a very chic, very elegant tricycle, I heard somebody cry. So I frantically looked for the person in question only to find out that it was a baby goat (or kid) wrapped in a sack and strapped to a motorcycle crying profusely! I feel for the creature you know. I feel for all those four legged animals (or two legged animals. I don’t want to exclude the chicken. I had a pet rooster once and I loved him with all of my young heart. Bless his soul.) butchered and served for dinner on fancy plates. Gah! My heart bleeds. But then again… Who wants to eat carrot sticks for dinner? So all that “kid” has is my pity. I’m sorry but I can’t just let go of my carnivorous ways.
P.S. Anybody who wants to hear a story about David, my pet rooster, just holler back at me…
Last Monday, I had this dream of finding a sea snake and having it as a house pet. When I woke up and while the dream was still playing in my head, I realized that what I saw in my dream was actually an eel and not a sea snake. Personally, I prefer snakes over eels any 
day….I could not understand though how I find the sight of eels revolting when they actually look quite a bit like snakes. Well, that’s just me.
