The Effects of a Wandering Mind

It brought me places many might find whimsical or even bizarre. I am unmistakably a thinker in Myer Briggs Personality test (no matter how many times I do it). Whether I had been critically or creatively thinking, I am nevertheless in a vicious cycle of introspection. That can be pretty wearying and daunting for a thinker herself.

I have learnt quite a fair share of the Mind in my Psychology classes. Our consciousness is only the tip of an iceberg. That is why I am intimidated by the deep ocean. It is too mysterious, too doubtful. You drown if your oxygen runs out and you risk bumping into a deep-sea angler. Holy cow! That will scare my skin off! The uncertainties of the deep murky light-less waters. Discovering the truths (your fears, your selfish needs or irrational wishes) can be quite a burden.

  

Meyer is perpetually amazed by the dreams I weave and so do I! They had been pretty imaginative I must say. Some left me flabbergasted by my own creativity, some left me a wet pillow to dry, while others left my heart pounding like I had just jumped off the platform without the bungee rope. It amazes me every time when I can feel my emotions so strongly in each dream. Every dream never felt like one. I was the main lead of a real life operation. 

I lassoed a whale while I was out on a fishing trip. The whale was so strong, she threw me out of my boat into the air as I hung onto my dear life. As she struggled off the rope, swimming onwards, I was violently tossed in mid-air. With that, I felt my heart drop (mind you, consciously). I experienced a roller-coaster ride, right here at home, in my dream. It was real. That feeling. My heart literally dropped.

In another dream, I held my mother's frail hand. She was standing there, unfortunately, with a crumbling face. I cried in my dream and the next thing I know, I cried myself awake. I felt that touch. I can still feel it now.

Yet in another, *haha* I dreamt that my palm's an ultra-sound scanner. It was so real in the dream I was darn sure I hadn't been dreaming. Seriously. As I place my palm around my belly, I saw mj (may/meyer junior) smiling back at me. All fully fomed and floating in the amniotic sac. The feeling was captivating. As I move my palm around towards the genital area, I saw nuts. *hahha* Well, is a boy isn't it? My gynae replied, "girls don't have testicles do they?" It was a fun dream and I was damned to have woken up. Mind you, the scan I dreamt was in 3D like the picture below. Oh goodness me.

I saw mj

I wouldn't go on with the over-sized bullcart Meyer drove that could go on both land and water or the insanity of sleepless nights when I had been thinking too much at night. There had never been a night that I had not dream. Every night is a tiring day-out for me. Well, since I am still stuck at home *shrugs*