I had a sleepless night last night, and I don't know if that was the cause of weird dreams, but many weird dreams did I have.
I dreamt that Larry asked me to immediately cut my hair because it was too puffy.
I dreamt that my grandauntie was dying in the room next to mine, and she kept on saying that it's her time and she could see spirits. I tried to scare away those spirits by banging against the window, but she said that they can't see me nor respond to anything.
Then I went to this cafe and there was this guy named Adrian something Chih something (I could remember his name much clearer earlier this morning, dreams fade fast). I don't know if it's a premonitory dream that I might meet this guy in the future, because I have no freaking idea who he is. He was with a group of friends, and he wanted to talk to me but could not. I dreamt of his background story, and he was fatter when he was younger. He was being chased by something, and he fell into this hole. He wanted to shout for help but didn't, because he was afraid he might attract the attention of the thing that was chasing him.
After that dream sequence ended, I proceded to hang out with some girls whom I swear I have no recollection of seeing before. They had strong blue make up on and was asking me about the band who sang some Korean song.
Then I went home, and my grandauntie was still alive, much to the irk of my mother. She was shivering in bed, and I was looking at her from an empty space between the top of the wall and the ceiling.
I also dreamt of riches, of decisions, of living in the lap of luxury.
I know that it isn't as weird as dreaming of aliens or whatever, but it had that foreboding feeling to it. Thank god it's just a dream. Bleh.