Since I've deleted my facebook, I found myself becoming active in twitter, if you can call 4 tweets as active that is. I seldom go on line these days, and having twitter seems easier, just like talking to myself using 140 characters. If I have nothing to say, I'll use twitter, but if I've a mountain to complain about, then it's blogspot for me.
I had a really strange dream last night. I just need to type it down because it might be a sign that my time to rest in peace is getting nearer..The dream started with me lying down on a dirt, and then I'm not sure if someone was pouring dirt on my face, because I felt like I'm being buried little by little, and when I almost couldn't breathe, someone or something was pricking my back, then all the dirt on my face would disappear,and I was able to breathe again. Then the whole process would start again. After that another strange dream would occur. I've no conception of the time gap between that dream and this dream. I was in a place surrounded by blood. The walls, the floors, everywhere I looked there was blood and I was screaming my head off, then all of a sudden my eyes opened and I was breathing heavily.
I wonder what this means? Do I start writing a will???lol
