Last night, I dreamt about some of the worst things that could happen to me; the passing of my dad and of Renz. And yes, all in one night, in one dream.

Imagine my face when I literally half-jumped off my bed earlier this morning when reality bit me and sunshine slowly crept across my face. I was so terrified that I -called both of them - yes, even my dad, who’s a Smart subscriber, just to check them out.

I hate having those kinds of dreams. I prefer to have dreamless nights rather than having a nightmare. :| Maybe, I should not forget to pray before I go to sleep. Or maybe I should eat less before sleeping, haha. :))