Yeahs!!

Finally, I'm done with this semester! I admit it wasn't exactly the most stressful or time consuming semester, but towards the end it really was pretty though. In one week I had to catch up on 2 months of negligence! The thing with me is I have a very low interest span; I study 4-5 pages, and it's time for a half an hour break. That was my study routine for the first six days of my study break, on the seventh day I hadn't even covered half the material required. Thinking it was either do or die, I rolled up my sleeves and did some hardcore studying; from 11am Tuesday until 5.30am Wednesday I studied non-stop. I was able to cover everything; and I was rather confident that I would perform in the mcq section, but as for the essay section... well let’s say, I didn't even look through the tips until I was 10 minutes away form the exam hall. Oh, and after my exams were finished on Wednesday, I still had to finish off my report for Rumah Hope. Probably an easy task if I had jotted down notes during my visits; but no, not my style. Instead I had to construct a 20page journal entirely from memory within the span of one day. Construct I did, but the next day I was so tired I slept through all the plans I had arranged.

Where was I before I started rambling.... oh yes, while I was busy studying a few thoughts occurred to me; but I didn't get the chance to do more investigation. So now that I'm done with the exams I can finally sit down and sort through a few ideas and mysteries which dawned on me. I'm not going to start the investigations right now, a little too early in the morning for that. Instead I'll give you'll a sneak preview of a few things which have intrigued me.

- I spotted a sign which read 'In God we trust, the rest pay cash', I found the sign rather amusing, but at the same time rather familiar. Where is it that I'd seen the words 'In God we trust'? Then it dawned on me; most American money has that motto written on it. How is it that a culture as secularistic as the Americans came about printing such a motto on their money? And why?

-What happened in the end of 'Sepet'? Did he die or didn’t he?

-Some da Vinci code research

-The significance of the words: Amanuensis, Mary knoll, Animus, Flamenco, and Arevedicci.

The house from my dream

Conundrum

Today I had an odd dream which colored the rest of my day. Normally I have great difficulty going to sleep, and I almost never remember any of my dreams. But today I looked at the clock and realized I had but half-an-hour to catch a little sleep before I had to go out. Closing my eyes, I immediately feel asleep.
Please note that the following is a little disjointed, and lacks coherence- it was after all a dream.

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I was in a house, the architecture just wasn't quite right. The lighting was low; the walls were covered with white wallpaper in some places, in others a pale shade of red. I was seated at a wooden dining table. There were people seated with me, we were having dinner I presume. I felt that I knew these people well, perhaps they were even my family, but yet I'm still unsure. I couldn't see their faces, only their hands. No one talked; there wasn't any sound at all.

*blink*

The next thing I know, I'm on my feet walking through the family room; the lighting here is darker. I make a left and go into the bathroom.

*blink*

I'm come out of the bathroom and close the door behind myself. My left hand reaches out to the left of the green-paneled door I just exited; flipping off the light switch in one swift motion. A few feet away on my right there's now an elderly lady I know lying down on the sofa which previously wasn't there. She has a blanket pulled up all the way to her neck, and she turns towards me slowly.

'I'm sorry, did I wake you?'
'No child, I was already waiting'
'Waiting for what?'

She smiles at me

*blink*

I'm now standing in a long corridor. (This corridor runs from an open area to the right of the family room, I can't gauge its length. But from this corridor, there's another two corridors linked up). I'm facing the door of another corridor when I feel someone pass me; comewhat like a cold updraft. The candles on a table nearby go out and although visibility is unaffected, I see no one. I feel like something has gone wrong; I feel pressured and a sense of urgency. I swiftly move down the corridor towards the family room, more of gliding than actually walking. Now I sense a presence moving off towards the left and I follow it, whilst I still see nothing. I stumble into the family room and I see on the sofa, the elderly woman before (or at least I think it's still her- she's now covered from head to toe in her blanket; which before was white, is now striped black and white)

The dream ends. I've had this dream two times before, yet only now do I remember ever having this dream. I feel like I've been into this house before, yet it seems highly improbable (especially since its architecture is nonsensical).
Okay, so this is probably my paranoia and me watching too many movies, but could this dream possibly foreshadow a death? More specifically the death of this woman? First she says, 'she's waiting', then the next time seen, the blanket is pulled up covering her face? And what's the presence I'm felt but couldn't see? The angel of death? Or is it a metaphor for the cause of death, or the suddenness of it? What's with the color change of the blanket? Why can't I see the faces of the people at the table, yet I remember trivial details..?