What's behind the dream?

I don't suppose I'd find an answer to them but I remember this particular dream which I had last night (or rather this morning) vividly.

I had some chronic debilitating back problem which resulted in the amputation of both my legs above the knee. But due to unforeseen circumstances, the doctors gave me a month to live.

I had two schools of thought on that (a thought within a dream is unique and this is more or less the first time it's happened to me).

Firstly, that no matter what happened, if I thought and believed that I did in fact have 30 days to live, when those 30 days are up, I'd die for sure. On the other hand, if I convinced myself that I would continue to live irregardless of what the doctor said, I would actually live past the critical 30-day dateline.

The dream (which I could control to a certain extent), visualised my plight into me being tenant of an apartment served with a 30 day eviction notice (by the way, the dream was in living colour.) If I did not leave within those 30 days, Pierce Brosnan (I'm a big fan of his) would move in.

Anyway, sufficed to say, I refused to live as a cripple and decided that I would go about doing my daily routine with a pair of prosthetic legs. Apart from being slower in running (which I was blamed for something or other - that I couldn't remember what for), I was as normal as anyone else.

Just as the dream was getting good (I was getting intimate with Catherine Zeta-Jones), some idiot decided that it was time to go to work and sounded his car alarm in the carpark downstairs. The sound from the alarm chirp reverberated between my apartment block and the one opposite until it found its way into my bedroom (in which I left the windows opened) and into my ears and woke me up most ungraciously.

I looked at my watch and noticed that the minute hand was about to reach the ¾ mark on the hour past 7am. Damn I thought to myself, I'm not gonna get anymore sleep since I had to get ready for work by 8am.

Today's shoots were pretty uneventful. It started with shooting kids of NUS graduates having a tennis workshop. That was followed by an undergrad vs grad games.

That was when disaster struck. My 10D, for some reason or other, decided that it was time for a shutter replacement and chose to self-destruct the shutter just after shooting approximately 20 shots during the tennis match.

I had to rush back to get the 1Ds (since I didn't really want to lug the heavy thing around. After that, it was porta at Amara Hotel. I had to use the A80 to complete the porta but I think shooting with that little bugger was way better than with the 10D (for porta),

Proceeded on to WC Macs for dinner with Nick and then boom...here I am jotting down what must be the most vivid dream I've had in recent history.

Well, I'm about to knock off to try to figure out if I can continue with the dream since a story that's been interrupted before it ends irritates me to no end.