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Wednesday, 23 January 2008

aMaNdA jOaN wrote..

I had a weird dream too!

After i snoozed my alarm this morning, i dreamt tht i was going on a class field trip to climb some distant mountain. As most of u know, i'm currently involved in a proj to create better food rations for army guys. Since my classmates and i have already created the ration packs, we brought them along for the mountain climbing trip.

When we were just about to set off, i noticed one of my classmates carrying a box-looking equipment. I asked her wad was it, she told me it was a battery-operated microwave to heat up the ration packs. I almost fainted when i heard tht. I remember exclaiming "who on earth brings a microwave outfield?" Then i woke up realizing i was going to be late for sch.

On my way to sch, i was laughing to myself as i recalled the dream. It must have been triggered by too much worry abt my proj and a lecture i just attended on mon on microwave treatment in cooking food. But u've got to give my subconscious creativity some credit for coming up with a portable battery-operated microwave though its not too feasible. As a result, an old ah pek on the bus was staring at me like i'm crazy bcos i was smiling to myself.

1/23/2008 10:57:00 pm