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the nightmare

January 23, 2007

I woke up a few times. Mainly due to sudden noise or the mobile giving radial signals to the black box and such. There was one time, I woke up abruptly and on conscious signal.

I was with a few small kids, or so I recall. The feeling reminds me of the times I spent at work, pinching kids’ cheeks, praising or nudging them when the need strikes. Yet, at one point in time, I was there trying to just touch this girl’s face and somewhere along that line, the girl shrieked out in fear. Fearing that I’ll hurt her, kill her. I felt so misunderstood. I felt fear. I felt as if I wasn’t wanted the way I intended. I meant entirely no harm, and there I was being accused of it. I wanted it to all go away. I know it couldn’t be real…

I woke up.

The house was large. There were several rooms. There was this heavy aura in the air, as if something really eery had already happened and it wasn’t the last. I was with family and relatives. Somehow, there was this 3 cousins of mine. Their mum is already known to have passed on. There came this sudden commotion about me having done something to have made it worse. I counted. There were only 2 cousins with us. The other was missing. I never saw her, the youngest. It’s as if she was left out in the heaty weather while there was a parade of some sort. I don’t recall. But she wasn’t with us anymore… I didn’t feel right. I don’t know what happened. Then I was in my room, at least it seems to be the room I run back to. My mum was there. Only me and her. Then there came this receipt. I had a standing amount totalling to $2,300 from making calls to various different numbers via my mobile. I keep trying to recall, who was it that used my mobile phone. Tried recalling, but I knew that my mobile is always with someone I trust. I didn’t want to pay that amount… Then I tried searching all possible ways of how someone could come up with such a receipt. There was a point in time, where I realised I might have been stalked as my personal information were in a certain piece of paper, wrapped neatly by plastic wrapper. I don’t know what’s happening. Everything seems to be wrong. I called up Gg. He sounded drunk. I don’t know why either. I never remembered him to drink…

I woke up.

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