a few nights ago, i had a very strange dream. i dreamt we were staying in an apartment which was on the 13th floor. it was a rainy night. with thunder and lightning. i woke up to see him standing at the balcony and he was smoking. like as how it is now, he is only permitted to smoke by the window..couldnt remember what happened next but the dream got into a blur where he jumped down from the balcony 13 floors down. i remembered myself getting frantic..running down the stairs..it was all ablur. but since it was a dream. he didnt die. he lived. couldnt even remember if there were any broken bones . i just remembered he lived.


i think it was the night we slept on the floor in the study room. it must be the very uncomfortable thin matress that caused my dream, no? hmmm ...make that the first night..since we have been falling asleep there.

we got another room now. i finally decided it is not conducive to work in our bedroom as our papers will get mixed up and it makes the bedroom look like some sty with all the mess of papers. so again..due to the kindness of the PILs..we got a new 'lease' for another room to turn it into sort of a workroom/study.

last week i had to prepare my lecture and papers. this week's its his turn with his papers. but i have been staying with him in the study till the early morning. falling asleep before him coz i still dont like to fall asleep alone in the bedroom.