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Sunday, July 19

Yesterday I had a wierd wierd dream.

Have you ever dreamt about something more than once?

Well, yesterday, I dreamt that I was in a penthouse, supposedly "my" old house, but in real life nvr see b4 de. Then have alot of ppl in the house. Can't rmb who. I also rmb there was this room that I said it was my favourite.

Then in the dream, I rmb that I dreamt about sth liddat b4, and know that something bad is going to happen. So I took the detergent spray, and went to tell my mother, that something is going to happen, that everybody have to take detergent to protect themselves o.0 But she didn't believe me.

Then, suddenly got 3 guys jumped onto the balcony and said that they were here to protect us, but suddenly 2 of them were shot. Then the other guy looked over the balcony, and sth hit his head and he died.

Now, my mother believed me liao, then everybody took the detergent and split it into a few spray bottles so everybody have sth to protect themselves with. Then, we off the light and lie on the floor.

Then suddenly, my cousin turned around, and was stabbed. Wa, then I very scared le, cuz suddenly, someone else was stabbed. Then the killer walked towards my direction, and wanted to stabbed me. But he missed cuz there was a stack of teenage magazines bside me, and stabbed those instead.

Then I ran out. I tried the lift, but it wasn't working, so I ran down the stairs, but my neighbour stopped me. Apparently, he was hypnotised or evil or sth. Can't rmb properly, except he walked like a zombie.

Then I hide. But then I wan catch the killer. So when the killer and the neighbour and some guy I know but can't rmb got in the car, I followed them. I hide in the car. Then they got off at some party, and the killer went to kill someone else.

Then I too scared liao, so I ran home. When I reached home, I realised that everyone else that was alive was hiding in my favourite room. In the room, I asked them whether they have called the police, but they said no signal, and the phones in the house were cut off.

Then I thought of a great idea. I took a piece of paper, and wrote that there was a killer, and to call 999. Then I folded the paper into a plane, and threw it out of the window. Then I went out of the room and tried to confront the killer.

Just when I wanted to pull of the mask of the killer, my aunty woke me up -.- WA SIAN LA. I WAN TO KNOW THE KILLER. =x U imagine everything, then pei some thrilling music. Ya, my dream had sound de. 0.0 HAHAS. Hope i'll dream it again.

Blogged @ Sunday, July 19, 2009
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