What a condensed (and jumbled up) dream

I think I should change this blog's name to 'my dream' as most of the posts describes about my dreams.

This time around, my dreams includes all the things that has been bothering me all the time: posting and Mr N. It starts as I got posted to a very rural school where I met Abg Matno (my senior). The transportation was so difficult that I had to ride a boat for a few hours and then only I reached that school. There were theree of us who got posted at the same school but apparently I couldnt remember who's the other two. The view from the school was spectacular, it was located on top of a hill and I could see waves hitting the rocks at the beach.

Then somehow appeared Mr N, he was wearing a suit (couldnt remember what color) we spent time around the island. We took a boat (or was it ferry?) , enjoyed the view throughout the cruise and he was smiling all the way. What was weird towards the end of the dream was that I was lying on the floor, and then I reach out my hands to Mr N to help me get out. He just stood still, I quickly remembered maybe because he was not my muhrim that I refused to hold my hand. In the end I got up by myself and I woke up form sleep too..


Thats all for now...