It’s Saturday once again and time to go back to work. As I’ve said in my previous posts, I only have one day break every week and it’s a Friday. Ok, I appreciate that tsk, tsk, you shaking your head in pity for me. I work on Saturdays and Sundays when normally, most of the people around the world are having fun outside with their families.

Anyway, no other way but to accept my fate, I got up this morning still reeling from a very bad dream, nightmare if you call it. I dreamed of plane crashes - -  with ’s’, that’s plural! And I was in one of the planes that crashed.  Whew, gory. First, I saw a plane crashing at the other side of the hill and I ran to look for it. I saw it lying in an empty field and I saw myself calling 911. Huh? I was in the USA at that time? How can that be? I guess so many things highly improbable in real life happen in dreams. Next scene, I was on board a plane about to crash land! I was desperately trying for my life vest and praying at the same time. I can’t believe God would take me this soon!

The plane skidded on the field but did not catch fire, it crash landed on a nearby river and I had to pinch myself to check I was not really dead. I actually survived and got out of the plane with my baggages. What a very unpleasant way to start the work week! When I took the shower this morning, I found a red patch in my arm, the one I pinched in that dream!

Anyone who’d like to help me find the meaning of this dream? (like I really want to know the meaning — it seems so negative!)