Anyway, I guess what I can tell you now is that I woke up with my heart racing early this morning. Why? I dreamt I was in my Lola's house in Tarlac and I saw dead people. I saw an old helper from my great grandmother's house and that was it. I freaked out in the dream. I couldn't run. Argh. Nightmare.
Oh, here's a tip. Did you know that if you wake up in the middle of the night from a bad dream all you have to do is flip your pillow. I promise you that you'll get back to sleep in no time. Promise!!! It works!!!
I don't know if there's a direct relation between being tired and nightmares... Hmmm
I have never been this tired. Work has been really challenging and the campaign has been tough. You really have to be physically, intellectually, and emotionally prepared. It's hard!!!
But adversity builds character. I'm banking on that. It's the trying times that make us better people.
Oh well, I don't want to start blabbing nonsense. This is it for now. See you next Tuesday!