Root and thought.

I had a dream today.

Feeling very tired, i slept at my table for around 20monutes before mom shoo-ed me to kor's bed. Laid there for 5minutes, fell fast asleep, ut not enough to notice that she had turned on the fan, pointed it in my direction and had some air freshener released.

Thats when i fell into a deep sleep, and this is when my dream commenced.

I was at Gek Poh Ville CC one night, leaving, probably going home. Within a few paces, i saw a bunch of friends: Dennis, Yi Yan, Chee Fong, Joseph, and a few others whom i dont remember anymore.  They were carrying food from KFC to a table nearby somewhere. For some reason, i told them to wait for me while i went to order food as well.

I headed over to KFC and looked at the menu overhead. The shop was already dimly lit, with almost all of the lights out. The menu was illuminated minimally by the lights that were shining onto the counter. After a quick scan, i looked directly at the only cashier present, and asked him the cost of a 2-piece meal. Surprisingly, he said that they werent selling that anymore. Second glance at the menu, they were selling what LJS would probably be selling instead.

After much conversation, trouble, frustration and knowing that i was in a press for time (for something, maybe meeting up with the rest), i almost ordered a $6.50 fish meal, but firmly told myself to just leave the shop empty handed. I did not have enough time to finish all that food in 15minutes, and paying $6.50 for a meal i could not enjoy.

It was then that i woke up. Weird dream? Yeah. The time was 6.30pm already - i had been asleep for an hour. A dream that short took me an hour.

Dragging myself to freshen up after quickly deciding to go for training, i began my attempt to figure out what my dream meant. I had been told that dreams hold meanings. A quick prayer (i dont know why) asking God to show me what the dream meant, and soon it quickly made sense to me as the pieces slowly but surely, fell snugly into their rightful places.

Firstly, i had come to a conclusion that i would stop attending karate trainings at SP for indefinite time. It is funny how the conclusion came first, and the reasonings following after. Anyway. A quick flashback to the dream helped me see the fit. I was soon to join the 'cart of SPKC graduates'. Look at the people: Dennis, Yi Yan, Chee Fong, Joseph. They have all already, or soon to be, graduated from the club/school. Yelling out to them to wait for me: it means that i would be joining them really soon. But how? I still have one more academic year to finish before i leave school and/or karate. Well, quit, of course.

The ordering if the dimly lit shop, upon reflection would take some time to figure out, was rather easy to see. It represented the problems, the politics involved and how i view the club trainings thus far. It wasnt pleasant, enjoyabke, and totally not what i was looking for. I almost settled for the least, trying to grab a nice full meal (possibly better trainings in the future), but realising that i wont have time for it, neither the will and desire to have it.

See? See how it all fits into place? Well, before i left home for training, i tweeted something i've never given enough consideration to, with much confidence: "Donning on the uniform again, before i lay it to rest."

Well. Im sure most people eould be able to figure it out. Its like the laying down of the Army's No4.

Somehow, throughout the wholr experience, i was so sure, so sure, for the first time regarding this matter, as to what to do. It had so much resolute powering it, i had no idea where such sureness came from.

After all, i joined karate in the first place to learn how to protect lives, not to participate in fancy, meaningless competitions.

The only thing that i am still concerned about is whether the revelation came from on High or from the depths Below.

I shall have to pray once again to know for myself.