It's been quite a crazy week--rained-in, freezing cold nights for most of the week, countless mosquitoes invading the bunks and leaving me with countless numbers of bites all over me (and I've mastered the art of scratching the bites without waking up I think haha), half-sleeps with my mind 10% conscious--barely enough to instruct my itchy fingers to scratch those itchy mosquito bites haha.

And craziest of all, have been those dreams of hyper-reality again--dreams so real they seem real, dreams in which I have complete conscious control over every single thing--from what I'm feeling to what I'm doing, et al. And every night I've been trasnported to different worlds altogether, living out alter egos, living out fantasy lives and all. And it's all just so fun, because somehow, in the back of my mind, there's always this faint blinking indicator somewhere telling me that I can go do whatever I want because it's just a dream.

Haha. Maybe that's what makes people do reckless things IRL sometimes, when they mistakenly see that blinking indicator in the backs of their heads and they think that they're living in trances, in dreams, that they'll wake up to another, nicer, reality, when everything's over and done with.

But, anyway, that's not the point.

Two nights ago a very pleasant dream visited me; despite being interrupted halfway through it when I mysteriously brought my lamp hanging over my head crashing into me (as I cursed pretty loudly, "$(!@*()$* interrupted my dream!!!" haha), I shut my eyes tight and actually miraculously went back to continuing my dream; and it was a very happy dream; left me feeling rather high for the rest of Friday. Haha. Oh well. Shan't say more about it ;).

So there, after a week of cold nights and hyper-reality, it's back to my nice bed at home.