This morning, I woke up feeling stupid.

I dreamt I was in this ulu kampung, trying to find my way out after investigating a murder case with an ex-highschool friend of mine. We were running around the village in bicycles. After done being heroes trying to solve the mystery case, she left. And I was struggling to find my way back to where I came from. Now hear this...

In that dream, I had my White Satria parked close to me. But I was also on a bicycle right? I rode to this mamak stall, asking this makcik for a RM2 change of coins. I needed the coins to call my dad to ask for directions.

And then I asked him how should I go around with the bicycle when I have my car parked here. "Daddy...how to bring everything along???"

Dear Angie,

You stupid, stupid girl. What now, you tend to be ridiculously stupid in dreams? If so, I'd rather you be dreamless every night from now on.

-- Just disassemble the damn bike and put the parts inside the car booth la.

Geez.

Sincerely,
Your Other Smarter Conscious Half