Sweet dreams are made of..

For the past year or so, I didn't have a lot of dreams interupting my sleep, except for the occasional Medical Officer(MO) horror story. I remember one particularly well.

The room was blindingly white and I was on the examination table.

" I think we have a very big problem," the MO with the thick bushy moustache said.



He extracted a rather intimidating syringe flicked it a couple of times and proceeded towards my crotch.

You know the hundreds of time on Singapore Idol where they are about to announce the results and amazingly they have to go for yet another commercial break? It was lucky that I woke up just before the MO attempted the unmentionable because I didn't really want to know the result.

Last night , however , it was totally different story. I remember feeling rather elated before I slept.

My friend and I were in a treasure hunt like competition only the treasure at the end was the girl of our dreams. I don't really remember much of it except for a rather obscene amount of running but the trail ended on top of some sentosa landmark.

We were in some tower totally exhuasted from the race . My friend left with a babe in arm and I was waiting for someone to appear.

Sometimes I feel like slapping myself because at that exact moment , with my heart in my mouth, I woke up to a beautiful sunday morning.

I can only hope there is a part two tonight.