i was in quite a bad mood this morning. thru out geog i just felt so pissed off at nothing in particular, the smallest things seemed to rile me. why? coz maybe the best dream of my life was disrupted by the alarm clock just because i have to go to school.

ok, so maybe i'll probably be the only who finds it beautiful beyond pleasure, but it really meant alot to me. erm, just hear me out and don't think dirty alrite.

i dreamt i was in this nice big king-sized bed with draperies, sort of those kind that used to belong in Regency England? and there it was, a great big wolf by the bed. it was huge, a warm sandy colour. it just jumped onto the bed and lay down, letting me sink my hand into its lush pelt, reveling in such beauty. and then i just hugged it to sleep. the feeling is so sweet and gives such comfort that it's indescribable. imagine such a powerful beast trusting humans who used to hunt it, let alone be so tame. it's like a gift bestowed on me.

so maybe i'm like the weirdo out there who loves snakes and wolves. alf used to shake his head when i hogged the tv for snake documentaries. but hey, to each his own.