The other night, I had a dream. I've asked a couple of people what it meant, but no one really has a clue.
In my dream, my eyes were open. I was staring at the ceiling of my bedroom here in Sydney. The same ceiling that I am under right now. I could not move my arms, or my head. All I saw was the light on the ceiling. But I could hear people talking on the left, their conversation. One of those voices was my dad's, his voice is very distinct. They weren't talking about me, just conversation in general (although I can't seem to remember what they were saying). I remember trying to turn my head, just so I could see my father's face, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. I was so frustrated with myself.
And that's where the dream ended.
It might've meant nothing, but I've been thinking about that dream for the past couple of days.
Maybe it's telling me that I should give my parents a call.
