No... My state of being doesn't concern any lyrical poetries but from the subconcious of my mind, or more specifically, the person I live as in my dreams.
Had a dream last night.. Don't remember much of it except that it was rather odd yet comforting and passionate at the same time. Here's how it goes...
Scene 1: I missedd a flight to somewhere, not sure to where exactly..and being driven off in a pretty darn nice car..
Scene 2: Was in a very luxurious setting...glass panels, marble floorings (I think) and effect lightings, most likely a hotel...
Scene 3: Not really sure which area in the "hotel" I was at but I saw Ing Haw and a few others I seem to know...
Scene 4: Was trying to get away from something, then looking up to see 2 people, one apparently my alter ego's significant other (not my boyfriend, unfortunately) which I remember being absolutely gorgeous in a purple-based striped shirt and a fitting black suit...despite the fact that I never really got a clear look of his face...
Scene 5: In the elevator with my alter ego's other half, holding hands..and I remember him holding me really close, and it actually felt really good..warm, loving and passionate... Too real to be true..
Scene 6: Stupid Malcolm Eng called and woke me up...
Ok..that was it..
I don't know if it is counted as cheating on my other half even though it happened in my dreams...but it really felt really good, nothing like what I've ever felt before with anyone... It's not that I care for my boyfriend any less than before.. It's just that... I don't know... It felt so good...so real...
Damn you, my subconcious self...
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