a lil unwell

yeah, i'm a bit demented these past few days. i don't really know why. can't get enough sleep, too. whenever the day's come to bedtime, i dread it because it means more time tossing and turning in bed and less sleep and bigger eyebags. hehehe

sometimes i resort to reading rather than scratch my eyes till i fall asleep. but sometimes it becomes too fearsome for me to read during nighttime.

I've been reading a certain a book. It was kinda pshycological thriller, with the low-profile characters dying because of some freak 'byrum' from space, an alien feeding on their gut whilst they give off 'death fumes' (farts and belch), and most of their teeth fall off sometime. Man! Imagine yourself in those people's shoes! I just can't forget the night I dreamt about this. Damn! It felt soooo real. In the dream I was ready to die and at the same time I was sorry that I had to die because I was thinking of my family. I was carrying a byrum in my gut and it wants to be out already while my teeth came off drenched in my blood and I was crying. Too sorry for myself...

And then two days after dreaming that peculiar dream, my aunt's 10-day old son died.

Was it coincidence or did I dream him to death?

Naah... It can't be... But can it?

The story has been made into a movie. The Movie disappointed me, really.

Nevertheless, I loved the book and the author... Stephen King.

Dreamcatcher