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I had a bad dream.

I just woke up, now.

I dreamt of a crazy woman entering into a lift, with a man and me. She came in later. We were on the 9th floor. She was carrying a plastic axe. I don't really know how to describe it. But, I know that's a Mathematics instrument tool. I just know. 'Cos I had seen it before. Suddenly, she shouted at me and asked to force open the lift door.

She's insane. The lift has yet reached the first floor, la. It's only the fifth floor. And, she had just entered the lift also. So, what was she barking about? I'm really scared. Her bloody shot eyes. Her puffy eyebags. Her astonishing strong sense of body odour. Her menacing bad breaths. They were simply enough to freak me out. I was shivering inside out. My legs were jelly. I wanted to get out of the lift. I need to.

Then, the moment the lift door opened, this woman just used her plastics axe and chopped a man, who is standing outside. The man was both shocked and angry. He tried to hit her and retaliate back. But, I guess he was too slow. The woman kept hitting him all the way and everywhere. She was darn digusting to me. But.. I can't do anything.

At the same time, the man who was also in the lift with me was also very scared. And surprisingly, he also got a similar axe as the woman's. He seems refined. But my sixth senses beg to differ. I had a strong feeling that something bad is going to happen, real soon. I'm like eh.. At a loss?

The mad woman kept shouting to don't close the lift door. She wanted it to be opened at all times so that she could attack the man outside. She is crazy. I can just kick her bloody fat ass outside what. But, I don't dare. I seem to lost all strength. It was then I remembered why was I in the lift. I was actually going across the opposite block to see my mother. She was very ill. Fragile as ever. I had to see her. It was urgent. And there was this woman here making a din now. What the hell, isn't it?

Then, you know what? I think she killed the man. There was blood everywhere. Then, she turned around and stared at us. She closed the lift door, herself. And, the 3 of us were going down to the first floor. I wondered why it took ages. Then, she gave a 'bosong' face at the man beside me.

She said, "Why? You never kill someone before, is it? Stare what stare? Never stare before, is it! Fuck you, la."

Honestly, she was ranting on and on. That was the only clear part which I can hear from her. The rest are just a necessarity of words, characters and sentences. The man was like really to explode at any point of time. He also darn unhappy with that 'bitch'. Then, they started to hit using the axes. I was like in the middle, can. The guy was attacked and he was bleeding. I pretended I never see anything and wanted to scream. I really wanted to get out of the bloody lift. Help!

Then, she stared at me next. She attacked me too. She gave me a hard slash on my shoulders and arm. And she was like.. "Pain or pain? You like blood? I can give you somemore."

I think she's mad. I was like a zombie. I can't move at all. She's darn it. She's a insane loser. She's a mad lunatic. Before I could even say or think anymore, I realised that I was in a car. The car was cramped and messy. The guy was sitting beside me. He was tightening my hands. The woman was driving. And.. I was lost. Why the hell am I doing in the car? And where the hell were they bringing me? I had absoultely no idea how these 2 people are linked together. Then, I saw the Malaysia custom. They were bringing me to Malaysia. But, how?

I don't even have my passport with me, can. Then, I saw a female policeman. She looked familiar. I think she's from our school NRA. Also from Logistics Management, too. She was the bloody policewoman. I tried to send sos to her. I wanted her to help me, But her eyes were like darn.. Cukoo. Ku Ku. She didn't even take notice of me and thought I was fooling aroung. And, the man beside me kept holding me back. All that policeman's fault. She can't even spot my danger. She's incompetent. After all, NRA people like quite useless. Talking about this NRA girl, I think she's looked pretty to me. She's fair and tall yet she carries a bit of 'ah lian' flora with her. She's the most extreme typical 'dao' and 'fake' face I have ever since in my whole life. 18 years. She can just smile to you and turns around, and not smiling. Darn faker. Poser also.

Ok, back to my dream..

I tried calling my handphone but it reached my mother's. I tried to scream for help but to no avail. Oh no.. I can't really recall the whole story. But, I remembered the last part when my mother tries to save me. She was attacked by this mad woman who tried to kill me. In order to protect me, mother actually shielded me all the while. Mother had a very pale face. Her lips were already white and restless. In the end, mother sacrificed herself to save me. I was so..

Within seconds, anger engulfed me. I was overwhemled with streams and feriousity that I never felt before in my life. I did many kicks and gave that to the bastard guy and the fat ass woman. Last, I gave both of them a hard twist at their necks to end everything off. Before, I could even blink my eyes, they were lying on the floor, lifeless. Heck was what I felt.

I quickly ran to my mother. All the hatred and misunderstanding I had for her these years was gone. All I could see was the neglience I treated and repayed her with. I was such a infilial daughter. Never did I once manage to allow Mother's love moved me. I didn't even gave her a chance. After her last words, Mother passed on.

And, I cried.

This is the end of the dream story. Ahem.. Of course, it's true but I will never happen in real life. Yet, I'm feeling something's amiss. It's the seventh month now. And this year is a lunar chinese year. Seriously, I hope that dreams are the opposite of reality. I don't want to think anymore. I'm scared, now. I'm going to treasure my Mother from now onwards. I always treasure her, didn't I?

I'm going to hug my mother now.

Thanks for listening to my 'long' dreams. I know Marky Cheong and Dean are two of the people who read almost all of my entries. Hehs. P.s. Mui sama, I wnated to sms you in the morning. But I had a feeling you are busy. So, I dropped the thought. I got sms you last night. Did you receive? Why didn't you reply? Sorry and thanks.

Regards.