The nightmare in vallalar street...

Hi all.

I've never wrote a blog before. Was just inspired by reading a friend's blog. Lemme see if i use this actively. If no then it falls into my inefficiency basket which is aready loaded with a lot of things I have initiated but never continued to do like my morning walks, cooking, etc etc.

I have decided not to use this as my personal diary on the web but... kinda use it just write whatever i feel like writing which might not be on any interest to others.

Well to start with. I have this funny problem I dream all night. Sometimes when i get uo it feels like I have never slept at all.

Nightmare in vallalar street... well thatz the name of the street where i live :)
Oh man this dream was so real. Felt like i was in mid of some strange place which had a durty pond suddenly out of the darkness from that dirty pond leaped a Frog. Should be as big as a cat but in a frog shape. I could remember that frog had a wicked frog face like the fairy tale animals... and it just jumped over me... I was s*** scared i jumped out screaming and woke my husband also. He was horrified. he cud'nt guess what happened he came near me and I promplty still in the trasition between my dream and real life said " stop there don't come here their is a big frog" and in seconds i realised it was just a dream... but my hubby was still struck in that haunted scream and the horrible look which i was still holding... poor he. Had to put him in sleep and then i slept. Well that was not the end... slept again and dreamt again :)

I always had wired completely unrealistic, unrelated dreams... I wonder if their interpretations are true....?