I had a dream. Actually I've been having dreams for many times already before this-- I just felt too lazy to get up and write about it.
I was at home. As in, my house back in Melaka. There was a bus outside. I suppose I was supposed to get on, but I haven't packed anything. Other people were all getting on the bus, and I was rushing to pack my stuff-- pillows, soap, etc.
After packing like halfway thru, the bus moved on without me.
At first I was sad. But then I was a bit relieved, because I wasn't sure if I had wanted to go in the first place. As in, I was undecided to go and last minute decided to just pack, but then I couldn't go and then I was fine not going as well.
