QUICKIE
Serene is down with Hand Mouth Foot.
Last night, I dreamt that someone was savagely trying to kill me. Chasing after me. Out for my blood. It started at being in a hospital. She chased. I ran. Flew down the flight of stairs. Somehow, the hospital in my dream suddenly changed into a HDB building. I was at the 10th storey. Climbed down 7. Thinking that descending all the way to the ground floor is typical and stupid, I thus stopped at the 3rd storey. Crouched outside a random HDB apartment, hoping that my predator would fall for the trick. This is taking a risk. If the decoy is unsuccessful, then I'm as well as dead. Cornered like a defendless cat (don't ask why didn't I seek passerbys for help. In the dream, there was just the predator and the prey). The trepidation of the unknown is unnerving. I was in cold sweat. The silence was mockingly eerie as well. That's when the dream ended. Dang.
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