Salam. I seldom dream when I asleep. But a few nights ago I had a funny dream, in which I went biking with Junior. He was very heavy as miles went by and I apparently was almost out of breath. I couldn't seem to find a way to make a U-turn in the highway and after some time like an eternity I kept cycling until suddenly we reached Singapore. I was so tired and got rid of the bike and took a cab back to Kuala Lumpur, holding Junior's hand all the way. Next thing I knew someone was waking me up for Fajr Prayer. It was Junior's dad. I told him the dream. He laughed out loud, shaking his head.
Well, I was still exhausted from the bike journey and couldn't understand why the heck that he laughed. And still wondered where and why on earth that I dumped the bike anyway? I only came back to my senses when the cold water hit my face for wudhu'.
Oh, what a dream.. I must have been very tired this past few days at home. Bone tired that the exhaustion was transpired in my dream. Or may be that I started to miss getting back on my static bike for a good exercise or two. Gotta steal some time to do just that, I guess. It's quite a good timing now that it's weekend. 25 minutes should do for a start. Care to join me?
|So we could be in the Transformer's Ride just once more..|
That's all for now, folks. Thanks for reading, appreciate it a lot. Until next time, sayonara. Much Love, Nai @ TPJ.