i woke up at 11 plus and took a shower strght after...reason beeing,i had a weird,scary and so real dream.usually i wud roll around the bed and try to sleep sumore..but not today...up to the shower i go...

the dream..
well there were 3 of us...me and 2 others..i dun think i know the other 2 in real life..cos they are unfamilliar faces...anyways..we were chased by cops..atleast we tot we were..so wat did we do..we run(it wasnt easy mind u..felt like we were running in the water)..hide..we ran to this building...it was and old building..with residents..and the police...were all stationed at different points of the building..mainly the first floor staircase..while the others roam the building in search of us(that was wat we tot).and soon we were tired of running so we tried to exit the building pass the police and got stopped(this was at the stairs,in between level 1 and 2)..so this police was talking to us..asking wat we were doing there..i assume the crime was commited on sunday since the police was rather persistent with where we were on sunday..oh and there were sum familliar faces on the police..one of them beeing shakil from ngee ann..and another i forgt.so after awhile the police let us go due to some commotion..so my friends and we went further down and was shock by the scene we saw..there were many ppl under the void deck and even marching along the roads..holding sabit(the moon shape parang).i dunno exactly wat they were doing but it was like a parade..with them going "hoo!haa!haiyak!"(err yah they were swinging their sabit mcm tgh blaja mcm mane nk pakai gitu).and all this was done in a neat row.

but we ended up running away from there anyway despite feeling scared of the situation..so across the building was my block..my home..(weird kn..rumah aku kat sebelah yg aku lari dari police gi block aku tk tau kenape?and the police didnt even know where i stay)so this home of mine..well its on the 2nd floor..(my rumah lama at blk 106 at woodlands st 13).we went there unhurt..and i noticed those marching along the roads were singing..weirdly it was this song the performers from batanghari sang at esplanade...sumtin like."batanghari..oh batanghari..etc...dari pulau jambi..."and i assume these ppl were from there..now u see..batanghari is a place located sumwhere in indonesia...this ppl in my dream resembles those of dayak...(well mayb dats bcos those ppl performing resembles the dayak too..its their culture or sumtin..i was told dat they usually dun mandi,but cumin to singapore they were taught how to live among us...)
so safely tuck in my home..we peep thru the door..and its not thru peephole tau..my door happens to have a small window..square with clear glass(rumah mane ade pintu mcm ni?ish) like those u see on classrooms door or lab doors.and sum boy was right on our trail..little boy ard the age of say...7?at that point i was only with one of my fren..the other,i dunno wat happen to her..she just dissapeared...so this boy passed us this orange-bronze-copper helmet?haha..merepek kn.. inside helmet got some codes and notes engraved on it..so the boy said "mum said to use the the code..take a ten cent coint and use it..mummy say its sumtin abt the texture"(weird how i can actually remember wat the boy said).so he left after that..and i was looking thru that glass till he dissapeared from my sight..unfortunately...he suddenly stopped, staring at the staircase..thats went the nitemare happen...the dayaks were swarming all over the place..they took hold of him and played with him(like them the cats..the boy the rat).they cut him here and there on his hands..slice his neck abit..tied him up..i just watched..with the boys face facing my door..they did sumtin to his back...cutting it over and over again(and there were pieces of his flesh on the floor)...and i cud see the boy crying..screaming..his eyes closed trying to bare with the pain...with a look of resignation on his face..like he knows his dying..i tink they sort of gutted him or sumtin..took out his intestines and stuff..cos went i saw them pulling sumtin out of the body i stopped watching.my fren,she saw wat happen too..was already crying..i regretted and hated myself..i shudnt haf let that boy leave..i shud haf made him stayed wit me knowing wat was goin on downstairs..so we ran to my room .. bcos from there i we cud see wdls mrt station..away from the sight of the dayak ppl if we ever wanted to make an escape.but..went i peek and checked my house door..the dayaks were in my house!mcm mane seh dorang masuk?we locked ourself in my room..opened the window..thinking of where we shud run too...thats went the dayaks tried to force open my room door...i panicked..then i woke up..and i didnt want to go back to sleep cos i didnt want to die and end up butchered by the dayak..phew..so nisha was saved...by the wind..cos the wind here very the strong...then knock against my window panels and door..dat was the sound dat woke me up...hehehe..
lame dream..but very real..the blood so real..and i cnnt see that much blood...i think i rather see hantu compared to blood...sheesh....