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Friday, April 17, 2009
- I was scared for a moment...

I had the weirdest dream last night, I swear... It has been such a long time ago since I had a REAL dream, because now a days I am just too tired to still dream I guess. In any case, for some weird reason I don't want to lose the memory of this dream.

Here my recount of the broken pieces of my dream/nightmare:

"Walking calmly around in one of Singapore's neighborhoods together with my mother and brothers. I know we were content, but yet we were silent and didn't talk much. Suddenly, the peacefulness was shattered when we saw someone stumbling and groaning along the roadside. The man fell down and didn't move for a few moments. Just when we were about to walk over to the man, his body started shuddering and his head jerked up violently. As he stood up he slowly turned into a wolve and grabbed a passer-by and bit him.

Scared out of our wits we rushed back home. Once we reached there we barricaded our front door and looked out of the window. The virus was spreading fast, I could see people being shredded and bitten turning into wolves after that. It was a terrifying dead scene. We know we were surrounded, with only few survivors around us..."

And that is when I woke up. Strangely enough I was scared like hell, even though I think I know what I was doing in my dream. Does it mean anything? Is it because I had an argument yesterday before I reached home and went to bed? Did I do something wrong? I don't know...

* Last day of internship! Celebration time! *

Dear&Dar 10:06 AM