Psalm 23:1 The Lord is my Shepherd, there is nothing I shall want.

I had the strangest dream. I was in a market place of sorts and as I was running up the steps, I dropped my slipper, so I had to get a new one. The funny thing was that the market, which looked like a pasar malam that was held indoors, was devoid of any store holders, except one, whom I recognised as a very old secondary school classmate. Let's call him Curly S, because he had extremely curly hair. It was apparently Siesta time and all the store keepers had simply abandoned their things and went back home to sleep. There being no storekeepers, and me, pretending not to know Curly, because I hate awkward conversations, decided to borrow a pair from one of the stores. In the background, JY. from the CSS (apparently it was a CSS outing of sorts?), calls out to me, to hurry up because something was about to start.

So we made our way to the said gathering place. I thought I saw the foot of the cross, but then again, it was standing beside bronze statues of some unknown religion- I'm thinking it's some place in Thailand, because of the oil wicks floating in lotus like containers, so I'm not very sure. At the entrance, I thought I saw DS. and I tapped him in recognition, but he morphed into someone else. JY by this time had disappeared, so I went in alone. It was all very strange, for the place appeared to be a gymnasium - there were planet fitness posters on the side of the wall and it had television screens all around that were showing some Science video featuring Einstein.

Then I notice JY at one end of the room, who asks, "eh what's this ah?" and I awake.

As for the bible verse, above, as I sat in bed, sitting off sleep, that was the bible verse that kept coming to me. I have no idea what the dream means - probably too much carbohydates before I slept - thus the misfiring neurons, but I think what the verse means is very clear. All I need to do is to follow Jesus with my whole heart, mind and soul and all will be provided for. It might seem that amidst the noise of the market, the place that I was in, I was searching for God, but could not find Him because I was overwhelmed by the noise of the world. I was focusing so much on the sensory assault that I could not discern His still small voice.