I had a very weird dream last night.  I slept at the office. I was alone and felt had to put a knife within my arm's reach. The lock system is not that secure yet. With a ripped out glass door, the office is left with a thin iron sheet whose bolt could give away, if one really intends to kick it open

Now the dream is that i am with my boyfriend inside a house and everyday a tiger, yes a real tiger, rams on the gate, as in rams the gate! This gets to happen if not daily, often once in two days that we have gone used to finding a way to ensure the tiger is dead everytime it rams itself into the gate.

What is so vivid about that dream is that we get to eat the meat of the tiger. And since a tiger is killed at a frequency of almost daily,so, do we also get to eat tiger meat in a day. What always flashes through my mind now is my face, dabbling with the meat, and complaining at the back of my head, "It's tiger meat again?"

I do not know what's currently playing in my psyche right now. I think i know it but i just don't know if this is a mix of everything going on in my head, and perhaps in my life.

Three days ago, i remember, i was so happy just thinking, that i see my life as pieces of laundry piled neatly.

this is not weird. i like it.

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