At 6.45 AM today, I woke up to the call of my name.

How I wish it was by another person in my bed. But it was not. And there was no one else with me on my bed.

It was my housemate that woke me up. Surprisingly I did not wake up to my noisy 6.00 am phone alarm and to the other 6.05 am secondary phone alarm, which both are repeated in 10 minutes interval. I was a bit rushed this morning, but it was as natural as any other morning.

I blame yesterday’s late home-coming. But it was worth having the sweet dream.

Dream is such a powerful tool to make us realise our inner self. It reflects on things that is unthinkable off this conscious mind.

The previous love of my former state came to me in my dream. She came with a message – a strong one given the circumstances of my former affairs – asking me to forget about the past, and move on. Of which I think I have successfully done for the past couple of years. I think.

But the actual message was not about forgetting the past. The message was about forgiving the past. Of which I am reluctant to think about since this heart of mine still bears the mark of a broken promise. I can still feel it.

It was just a dream, but I’ll be damned to credit it as such. It was my heart trying to tell me something. And I’m too stubborn to listen to her.

It is not about me; it is about us – me and reality. I had a dream of a life that is different from my current situation; and I am currently dreaming of a future life that will be different from my past situation.

Reality brings me down as a human, but rise me up to the challenges of life. I am looking forward to a life that will test my mettle and prove my strength.