Bag

I woke up early today, which happens frequently these days.  In order to fully utilize my time, I started watching some training video on advanced software development topic.  At first I was interested into the topic, but later bored by the description of the detail, and eventually I was so bored that I fell into sleep.

And then I had this dream.

In the beginning of the dream, I was playing drum set in a band practice in some school hall.  Things were going OK until the drum set started falling apart.  I was attempted to twist my posting in order To accommodate the now deformed drum set.  But the boom arms , position of the hi hat, bass drums and floor tom continue to move to a point that I simply couldn't continue anymore.  So I stopped, and started trying to rearrange the drum set.  That's when I realized that there were some booths started setting up in the hall.  I checked around and found that they were all photography equipment related.  Somehow at the back of my head I was thinking, "ah, no wonder they said students should leave the hall.  They are trying to do some business here."

At that moment, the setting up of these booths were getting so rapid that within seconds, I already surrounded by photograph equipment booths.  That's when I started thinking about my drum set and back pack.  it seems too late, because I saw a bunch of seemingly college student already started hunting down their own bags among a pile of bags stacked up by those who set up booths and didn't care enough to find out who the bag owners were wen they found these bags in the hall.

Anyway, I couldn't found my bag, and that was when someone telling me that I should talk to the police about my missing bag.  I was so worry that eventually I woke up, and found out that this is just a dream.

Come to think of it, there was another dream that I had last night, but that was even stranger.  In that dream I was making a long distance phone call to my mom, discussing something about her new baby.  And even in my dream I was going meta, asking why the hell would my mom having a new baby.

Somehow, I am glad that my dreams stat to at least have some story lines.  During weekdays my work life is getting so intense and busy that even when I go to sleep, I literally dreaming about re-factoring some computer source code.  To me, it's pathetic to work even when I am dreaming, because I don't know how I can request for charging overtime on those hours.