realism

I had an out of sort dream last night. It was all jumbled up with pieces of reality that I just had to blog about it. In fact it was a bad dream....

I dreamt I was at JJ's concert (which I will be going come Saturday) with my bag which had a spoilt zip (yes my handbag's zip is indeed spoilt). And during the concert in its dark setting, someone pinched my wallet, phone and this envelope which contained my Taipei air tickets (they are safely tucked in my drawer). When I realised this in my dream, I was so damn miserable and seemingly lost all interest in JJ who was prancing about on the stage very near to me. One day went by and I found my wallet emptied of cash and cards and dumped at my doorstep without the phone nor the air tix.

Stupid dream indeed. I guess I'm just stressed due to work, being the third person to clear the shit of two others who did it before me and not knowing where the heck the figures came from. In fact I did the whole job almost half-heartedly too...the drive just ain't there anymore.