visit to miami

The dream last night was probably a premonition of a future season finale episode of CSI: Miami on AXN this coming Wednesday night. Nevertheless, I just thought it would be fun to detail this odd dream I had of Mr. Caine.

The setting was all CSI: Miami like in a typical episode. Yellowish bright, lush green and beautiful sunset or sunrise, depending on the time of day. Everything began like a normal and usual episode of Miami with someone getting murdered, axed, strangled, tossed down 30 storeys high, or stabbed. Each of them ending in death of course because you can't have an episode of any CSI being without a dead victim. Or maybe two if the story calls for it.

Getting ahead of my point here, everything was really playing out like an ordinary episode except that, I'm ashamed to even mention the highlight of my dream, Horatio Caine was dancing. By himself. In the middle of a road. And everyone else was oblivious to this except me watching this episode.

I think I'm embarrassed not because I really am, but for him. There is no way of explaining how my brain works. Or at least how my subconscious part works. A neurologist would be interested in knowing what makes me tick, I expect.

When it ended, meaning I woke up, I was really quite relieved. No, I did not wake up laughing.

failing for less

Just right before I woke up from my slumber, I dreamt that I had obtained a D for Business Law and an E for Management. The two subjects which grades are currently pending for me right now. How scarier can a dream get? And it's supposed to be out this week. And I need to pass them so badly. But the thing is, the way my grades were presented to me were in the form of my old high school method by way of a book and the subjects along with the grades were shown. And the rest of my other subjects also had Ds as I recalled. But I was more shocked about the last two than the rest. I feel drained now.

And this had to happen right after Christmas day and night.

usurper of my reality

That's what dreams are. Usurpers of the real life that takes away the somewhat exciting moments of undiscovered and unforeseen future situations that you can remotely predict will happen.

It was a dream unlike any other. Aren't they all? Concurrent to the real events in my life as told in this recent post, the dream last night has me renewing my passport and applying for my student visa at the same time. I don't know if you can actually do that, but the heck with reality in dream world as always. In this situation, the officer was giving me a really hard time and badmouthing me for whatever reason as he was "trying" to get my passport renewed. He was probably the worst government worker ever to walk the face of this earth and I had to get him to help me get through a simple process of renewing my passport.

Then, once the ordeal was over, the student visa application part comes next and I had to get him again. It's like we were destined for each other where he gets to torment relentlessly because he knows I need it desperately and I am forced to succumb to his torture and cannot do anything to make it better. The thing is that I think student visas are supposed to be done online so I don't know why mine was being processed manually by the fictional arsehole.

In the end, I do not know what happened to my visa but that was probably the most annoying, torturous and relatively 'civilised' scary dream that I've ever had to sleep through. Now I just hope that when I do get my passport renewed and student visa done, I'd get a nice, sweet young lady that won't give me much trouble at all. But everyone wishes for that when they deal with civil servants now, don't they?