the other way around.

I recently found out that making it a habit to sleep at 2 or 3 in the morning, will result in nightmares. I’ve been having a few lately, the normal, naked-in-class or stick-a-machete-in-the-chest kinda nightmares.

But last night’s dream was just plain odd. A weird nightmare. But still, I hated it. I’d pick *naked* and *machetes* over this one any time. Haha.

To make it short, people came in as their opposite selves. Including me. I was acting for crying out loud. I mean, standing in front of 10 judging eyes.. That’s enough to give me the screaming meemies, let alone screen acting alongside Jared Padalecki. What was that about? Hahaha.

Then the people whom I know in real life:

1. Who’s always calm, snapped at me.

2. Who’s always considerate, gave me the what-the-dickens look.

3. Who’s always careful, threw me a rotten egg from across the room and expect me to catch it.

4. Who’s my friend, was my enemy.

5. Who’s never left me, left me.

6. Bla bla, bla bla blah.

I could list them all, but I’m snapping out of it for good. This morning I woke up with a start. I think I regressed into grade school: I saw Mrs. Suebert’s face and Martin Luther Kg. and recalled the “I have a dream..” and “Let freedom ring..” part. I realize I’ve hated History class since 2nd grade.