My maximum intake of coffee is 1 cup, beyond that -- I would fell asleep. My limbs heavier, eye lids in auto-shutdown mode. So yes, coffee is my sleeping tonic.
And then, last night as I forced myself to sleep-- I dreamed a bad dream. It was so bad it was about death. Death of a highschool classmate. I saw the long procession of mourners. The mourners, I recognized - they are my classmates. And there's the coffin of my dead classmate, and a tarpaulin. A tarpaulin to let everyone know who is in the coffin.
But why was I not one of the mourners? In that dream, I was even surprised that nobody apprised me of her death. (silly as I am, dreams are compartmentalize - it does not show nor tell the complete story, or maybe it does; it's just that we only remember the climax?).
