So weird.
I was at home where my sis’s bed and mine are joined together (2 single beds). I am lying down and on my right is Duckie, and on my left is Ewan (i know!!?!?!!???). Suddenly Duckie (most dreams are never connected properly and never makes sense) crashed through the window like superman! The 4 ladies from Sex and the City appeared and became hosts of “Wheel of Fortune”. Duckie was made to answer the question. He didn’t want to. Then the “Actual” host from “Wheel of Fortune” crashed through the window and said he has to answer because he broke his (the host) window!
What the hell?! I woke up mind-fucked!
I know why Sex and the City came up – I was searching for photos of those lovely dresses SJP wore.
I know why Duckie appeared – I just met him!
I can even tell you roughly why “Wheel of Fortune” came up – I was searching for “Who wants to be a millionaire” game online for my work.
But Ewan?!
The other day, I had another dream. OK SO I HAVE ANOTHER DREAM TO SHARE – that makes 2.
I was in a HDB flat, in a room. In the room was Duckie at a table reading tarot cards for a “customer”. I was in charge of “traffic flow”. Duckie got tired of reading Tarot cards and got up. I had no choice but to sit down and do some fake tarot card reading for the next customer. I looked out and down the window and erm, there was this whole LOT of people hanging on to one rope. They were waiting to have their fortune read! So I looked over and gestured for the next one to come up. The next one was FATTY!!! (Some history: Fatty is this terrible landlord who is mean and stingy and calculative and mad. She is very FAT and rude and mean and oh, I’ve already been down that route?). She knew who I was but sat down anyway. She started to tell me about some problem with her BF and then I said something stupid like, “What will be will be and asked her to get out of the relationship if she saw no hope in it”. What’s even more miraculous is that she believed me and was damn bloody grateful for the “ingenious” advice!
Mind-fucked again!