Destiny...or something like it

In the days of yore, dreams were considered prophetic. A way in which the universe is communicating with us through our subconscious. In ancient Egypt dreaming was considered a supernatural communication or a means of divine intervention, whose message could be unravelled by those with certain powers. The Red Indians have always regarded dreams with great respect. They saw dreams as a means of obtaining sacred wisdom and guidance for life. Dreams would lead us to the right path and some even believe that dreams would show us, our destiny. If we let it.

Destiny came to me in a dream. Yes I have other dreams before, notably that really fucked up dream in which I was borderline paedophilic but that, that was nothing but my subconscious messing around with me. This other dream on the other hand, is destiny. I'm sure of it. I shall heed the wisdom of ancient Egypt and the legacy of the Red Indians and believe that this dream is my destiny.



Last night I dreamt that I was in cafe sipping coffee on my own. I sat there alone watching people coming and going away. None of them seem familiar to me. Until a man came and pulled a chair and sat down next to me. He lit my cigarette. (Apparently, I'm a smoker) He told me how beautiful I am. Than he complimented on my shoes. I look down and realise that I was wearing this gloriously beautiful pink shoes. And when I look at him again, I realise that I do recognize him. Its Big, from Sex and the City. And bitches, I am Carrie Bradshaw.


Okay so the only thing that dream proved is that I should stop watching SATC back episodes on DVD before going to sleep. Also I need to get a life. But in that dream, I also found my destiny. My destiny is to own a pair of glorious beautiful pink shoes. It came to me in a SATC dream. SATC dream.

Pink shoes + SATC = Destiny.

Hours online have brought me to my des-ti-ny:

Jimmy Choos Lumiere Patent Sandal.

It's glorious.

This is it. The pink shoes. Can you hear that? No, hush...listen. It's calling my name. Its saying "Come CD, come and get me. We belong together. You and I. You complete me" .......Such gentle declaration of love that I have never heard before. I must have it. I must. Nothing stands in between me and my des-ti-ny.

Of course it has to be Jimmy Choos. Like I can afford it. Bastard is Malaysian and yet I cannot afford his stuff. But there you go. The pink shoes of my destiny. So Ladies and Gay Men alike, any ideas where to get the knock off version of that? I need them. It is my destiny and I intend to fulfill it. Which is just bullshit talk of I-want-to-go-shopping-so-I-come-up-with-some-melodramatic-crap-like this. Either way, pink shoes.

Destiny.