Dreamland became Wasteland.

I just didn't want to wake up from my dream this morning. I was having such a good dream when I had to be interrupted and wake up. It's one of those mornings you wish you could just stay in bed and keep dreaming. Unfortunately, not today; I have to go to work today and finish some things.

In any case, that dream is a blur to me know as to what exactly happened. I do recall though that at one point I was literally loving what I was doing. Not exactly naive or anything like that, it's perhaps my subconscious playing back this thing that I've always wanted to do. I have been toying with that idea for some time now but I have never really done it. And this morning in my dream, it was just so perfect. I was getting very excited and all until... I had to be interrupted. Suddenly the dream was interrupted with reminders about work. Poof. Dream bubble gone.

I tried getting a couple minutes more of sleep and try to continue that dream but it just didn't happen anymore. And then I remembered I might oversleep and forced myself to wake up again. I rose and sprung forward to the toilet. When I got there, I felt blood rushed through my head. It's one of those days you know wouldn't be too kind on you.

Oh well. I am skipping lunch for today and perhaps get a good snack and dinner later. I am just too sleepy at the moment. That dream did this to me. I feel tired from all that excitement which had no ending. From dreamland to wasteland.

Now if I could only look for that "real" perfect ending to my dream...