My mind is fuzzy and everything seems disoriented. I just woke up from a one-hour nap, 'cos I couldn't sleep enough the night before. I am really happy I took that nap, because I had the sweetest dream ever.

In my dream, this little girl placed an impossibly tall ladder outside the window of my room, and (I live seven storeys up) she began to climb up that ladder. All this is from some other point of view in my dream, I can't remember what it's called. Third-person? Omniscient? Then I came into my room, and I got the shock of my life, because there, sitting in my planter (which is this separate extension of the room, where you can put plants. I tend to throw my rubbish in there when I'm too lazy to walk to the dustbin. But it's not big articles of crap lah, like maybe a bit of dust and hair that I find). Okay I digressed too much within that bracket, so I'm gonna start a new sentence. And there, sitting in my planter, was this precocious (sp?) little girl, with black, soft hair down to her shoulders, a naughty, stubborn streak about her, and she was squatting down in my planter, staring at me. And I was so shocked, and so frightened that she might fall down and die. This is roughly how our conversation went.

Me: What are you doing in there!?

Girl stares at me blankly.

Me: You better come on in, your mom knows what you did, and she's gonna be angry with you! (All a lie, I didn't want her to die)

Girl (suddenly alert): My mummy knows???

Me: Yeah, you better come in.

Girl (stretching her arms out to me): My mummy knows???

Me (reaching out to carry her): Yup, come on, I'll bring you to her.

Anyway, I did bring her to her mom, who looked really strange. She had blue gunk on her face (like those facial masks) and she wore really thick eyeliner, and had fuschia pink lipstick. Somehow, in my dream she was related to my auntie. Really weird, but the entire point is that the girl felt so real. It was so natural when I reached out to her and carried her. Normally I'm not good at carrying kids, but with this girl, it was so comfortable and natural. And she wasn't angelic at all, you could tell she was a bit naughty, a bit sweet, but someone completely unpredictable.

A weird dream, indeed. But if I ever have a daughter, I hope she'll be just like the girl in the planter.