the history books forgot about us

i've been having the weirdest dreams this past few days.

exhibit a) i dreamt that i was at this touching pool at some aquarium, and there was this small baby whale. it was a tad bit too tiny to be considered a whale, and a part of me said that it was a dolphin, but i was sure that it was a baby whale. it was perplexing, but i touched the slick skin of the baby whale all the same.

exhibit b) a very tiring dream where i kept transferring things from one bag to the other. one was a yellow bag and i can't remember the color of the other one. i don't know why i kept transferring the things, and i don't know why the bags were kept in a kitchen cabinet where we keep our milo supply.

exhibit c) i was a member of this society, and we wanted to break the ice, so we had that secret santa game. i got a letter signed by an 'ellen nellen', and after that this guy who looked like orlando bloom came up to me and told me that he was the one who gave the letter. i asked him, 'doesn't that totally defeat the purpose of this whole game?' but he didn't answer me. instead, he shrugged and he gave me a smile.

exhibit d) my mum, me and an anonymous guy were climbing this very steep escalator, because the escalator wasn't working. when we reached the top floor, there were loads of girls, and all of them were pointing at this guy's hair.

WHAT THE HELL, BRAIN.

on a more sober note, this waiting is killing me. it's worse than the four months waiting for spm results to be released. end my misery, pls.