Laughing Slumber

I had the most hilarious dream this morning. I dreamt that I was in this huge house with many glass doors like those you see at some shops, the ones with the lock right at the bottom corner of the door.

Somehow, there was this shelf in the house that sold a boxes of 3 toy cars. I bought a set myself and amused myself with it. And then, I heard my younger brother bawling away, saying that he wanted toy cars.

I thought to myself, 'Ok..I'll let him have mine'.

And then, I heard my younger brother screaming (the way kids do when they throw a tantrum) that he wanted 3 sets of toy cars. That was 9 toy cars in total.

I thought to myself, 'Siao'....and decided to ignore him. But he continued screaming until I became so irritated I ran into the house, intending to slap him. My furious mum was there too, and she too was on the warpath to shut my brother up.

But somehow, my younger brother managed to lock all the glass doors and lock the both of us out. Even my dad, who'd stepped out to throw something away, was locked out. My mum ran for one of the many doors, and my younger brother reacted, scurrying from door to door to make sure we couldn't unlock any of them to gain access into the house.

My older brother arrived and managed to unlock one of the doors. Rushing in to give my younger brother a piece of my mind, the utter hilarity of my younger brother's futile efforts at keeping all the doors shut struck me and I collapsed on the ground, laughing my head off.

In fact, I actually woke myself up with my own laughter. As it faded away, I was left with this fuzzy feeling inside of me. The feeling I used to get when my family was still together. Because, in this dream, my family members all acted like they used to behave before all the mess started.

Nostalgia, like the fuzzy feel of the fizz from root beer, bubbling against the roof of your mouth.

A dream. But it was good while it lasted.

Riding hard, fast, safely AND taking a few corners.