On the up: Phone calls
On the down: Waking people up with phone calls
I have this really irritating habit that I am completely aware of but which I can’t seem to stop.
I ring up people in the morning, and I’m thinking to myself “Oh dear, I hope I don't wake them up. "
When the other person answers and sometimes, if they sound like they’re still asleep, I squeal very loudly down the phone, “Oh hellooooo! Are you awake?!” Then I mentally slap myself for doing it again.
I know the answer right away. It’ll be something like, “Well, what do you think?!” or “Well if I wasn’t awake, I bloody well am now, aren’t I?” but they’re always too polite to say that, so they mumble something like, “Uhhh, no don’t worry. I’m awake already,” (they’re not really, of course, and are cursing me now for interrupting their nice dream)
I had to ring up Seng Piow yesterday about some stupid little techy question ("Why can't I connect to the Internet connect? Whhhhy?"). I always feel dumb around him as it is and of course, what happens when I ring him? He's still asleep and I woke him up.
I was very clever about it though and stopped myself from being annoying, so I said instead, “Oh no, sorry, I think I just woke you up. I’ll call you back later” (was very proud of myself) but he seemed in a good mood so made me stay on the phone to finish asking what I rang to ask. *glee*
So I did, secretly glad because it afforded the chance to listen to his nice gravelly, just-woke-up voice, which was surprisingly schmexy, and, for a change, not really that scary at all. Gave me the temporarily wicked idea of ringing up all sorts of boys in the morning just to hear what they sound like when they’ve just woken up.
And I was just sooo proud of myself for not saying that irritating “Are you awake!!!!” thing.
Even cheaper thrill. Look at that, I’m even using myself for thrills now.
I seem to blog an awful lot about my weird dreams, but if you lived inside my head you'd probably also think that my sleeping world was a lot more interesting than this wake-up one.
Last night I dreamt that my fanatical Christian aunt told was trying to stop her husband from talking to me because she wanted to get him away from "these idol worshippers" (since I'm Buddhist lah), so I started to explain to her very nicely what the Buddha statues actually meant, and why we have them. I was so articulate and NICE about the way I was talking, I even started to scare myself.
There is no way that would happen in real life. I'd probably be screaming at her, calling her ugly names and causing a riotous scene.
Then I dreamt that I was somebody famous and the whole world adored me, and lots of boys were IN LOVE with me, including a boy from high school, Shaun, who was a total piece of shit (though I did fancy him madly in Grade 8) and Ben from the Dharma centre, who I only just met about a month ago.
All very weird of course, since Shaun was a piece of shit, and Ben I know next to nothing about. Why is it that people furthers from your consciousness turn up in dreams? I think maybe it has something to do with the fact that the further away they are from real life, the closer they are to the sleeping life? It explains why I always dream of people I never really bother about.
And as with all dreams, I wake up and I remember all the lovely-jubly feelings and I get all amourous when I think of Ben. Incidentally, he's got this photo of himself on MSN today that's so HOT it's ridiculous, and it makes me want for him to fall in love with me, even if I don't really fancy him at all actually.
See, sleeping world really is a hell of a lot more interesting than the wide-awake one. It does funny (though nice) things to my head and makes me feel oddly happy about all sorts of unlikely things throughout the day. In fact, it's probably the alter-living of sleeping life that makes real life bearable at all!
Really now, I wonder, what happens to those people who don't remember their dreams at all? Living wide-awake must be painfully ordinary.