Took a while to return but I'm back again.
There were two previous nights when I experienced two different dreams. Why did it take me this long to post them? Don't know. 'Cause I felt like it I supposed. And because I didn't want to waste time using the slow dial-up connection.
First night; for the first time ever since I could remember dreaming, nothing out of the ordinary happened. It felt like any other normal day. No strange occurrences or weird people popping out of nowhere telling me something. Nothing extraordinarily odd happening to me directly. None whatsoever. It was strange that it felt so normal. Yeap. I can't recall what exactly happened but I can remember that I was in my room the whole time.
Second, or third night; it was a relatively short dream sequence. The mail arrived and there were two letters from UNSW. One was a rather slim envelope while the other was a big fat one. I immediately tore open the big one with excitement that my acceptance letter had finally arrived. To my dismay, it was directed to my youngest brother. It wasn't an acceptance letter but a scholarship/offering for him to study at their campus. It took me a while to register the information processing in my head. So that could only mean one thing. That the other thin pathetic looking one was for me. I nervously opened it and lo and behold it was a rejection letter telling me to try again next year because of some reason I forgot. It was akin to rubbing salt into the wound. Adding insult to injury. I felt horrible.
If what people claim is true, that what happens in dreams reflects the opposite of what is going to happen in reality, then I really want it to be this time. For the second dream, I mean. I don't mind the first one happening oppositely but just not too out of the ordinary.
There were two previous nights when I experienced two different dreams. Why did it take me this long to post them? Don't know. 'Cause I felt like it I supposed. And because I didn't want to waste time using the slow dial-up connection.
First night; for the first time ever since I could remember dreaming, nothing out of the ordinary happened. It felt like any other normal day. No strange occurrences or weird people popping out of nowhere telling me something. Nothing extraordinarily odd happening to me directly. None whatsoever. It was strange that it felt so normal. Yeap. I can't recall what exactly happened but I can remember that I was in my room the whole time.
Second, or third night; it was a relatively short dream sequence. The mail arrived and there were two letters from UNSW. One was a rather slim envelope while the other was a big fat one. I immediately tore open the big one with excitement that my acceptance letter had finally arrived. To my dismay, it was directed to my youngest brother. It wasn't an acceptance letter but a scholarship/offering for him to study at their campus. It took me a while to register the information processing in my head. So that could only mean one thing. That the other thin pathetic looking one was for me. I nervously opened it and lo and behold it was a rejection letter telling me to try again next year because of some reason I forgot. It was akin to rubbing salt into the wound. Adding insult to injury. I felt horrible.
If what people claim is true, that what happens in dreams reflects the opposite of what is going to happen in reality, then I really want it to be this time. For the second dream, I mean. I don't mind the first one happening oppositely but just not too out of the ordinary.
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