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I had a dream yesterday, a dream I still remember now, a dream that still leaves me very much shaken.
I remember it was set during the A levels period, for reasons I shall explain why later.
Some parts I no longer recall.
It was war, more like civil war. I was with my own group of people, and we were approaching this field from like a slope upwards leading to the field. One of them when ahead to check out first, in case there were hostile people there. And there were. A whole field of them. He shot one of them, and ran back. I hid behind a bush and prayed they wouldnt find me, the rest ran away.
They found me, they splattered me with bullets, and i pretended to die. I didn't.
For some reason i recall being shot at many many times after that, but the memory eludes me.
The next time I entered a toilet. There were 2 people i knew there. i went into the cubicle, locked the doors. People came in. Enemies i presume. They aimed at my friends who were outside. I quietly leaped over the side of the cubicle, right behind the last man of the enemy and sneaked out. I was so surprised they didn't hear me. I blended into the crowd, and entered a room.
I know my dream this time round had the layout of school, but the rooms were all different and the layout slightly different. Wider corridors.
It was a church service. I looked for familiar faces but found none. I sat beside a group of boys in the front row. I talked to what seemed like one of the youth leaders, and i told him how i had been shot many times but never died, suggesting that maybe it was because of a thick skull. He said yes, probably so. He insisted we do holy communion to cleanse me. On hindsight I realised I had never carried a gun, never killed anyone. But why I needed to be cleansed, I cannot recall. Either way, I knew i took it so seriously, so solemnly. Kneeled down with a cup in my hand, a bisuit floating on top of the dirty red liquid. And i drank it. Somehow I had a handphone. A text messaged read, remember about your exam tomorrow. Today's date was 6 December. I remembered that i had my Bmat and Math the day before (although it is inaccurate).
Helped to wash things up, and I left. I went out of the secret chapel (hence i don't know how i got there, or why there were so many people) and went out to the roads. SPotted others, and quickly ran back, afraid that they would find the hideout. By then it was too late, it was thronging with people.
A little girl shot me for what seemed like the fun of it, but i didn't die.
Went out to the central atrium. Huge crowds of people. Here I recognised some people. I saw one of my previous bestfriend whom i miss very much. And i saw my ex-teammate from rugby. He was an enemy leader. I shouted about how I couldn't die, how i wanted to die. His men proceeded to spray shots at me. I for once though i was going to die. And i shouted out the names of those I love. I didn't die. I got up, cried why wouldnt i die. He then said, sorry, but this way you will die. He wanted to pull me apart by my limbs, like the ancient chinese did with horses. It was too painful, I ran away.
I came to a desert with a rocky mountain at the side after passing an expensive looking atrium with one woman drinking coffee by the water fountain. I ran out, tried to climb the hill. Too steep. Men from afar quickly came close. They held butcher knives. They wanted to kill me. Then another friend of mine appeared. She tried to run, but failed too. She was resigned to her fate.
And the dream ended.
I don't know, maybe God was trying to speak to me. But it has definitely reminded me of my priorities.
Stay alive, keep fighting, and remember that God is always there. There is a higher purpose, something more than whatever anyone is going through, no matter how tough or dangerous.
I remember it was set during the A levels period, for reasons I shall explain why later.
Some parts I no longer recall.
It was war, more like civil war. I was with my own group of people, and we were approaching this field from like a slope upwards leading to the field. One of them when ahead to check out first, in case there were hostile people there. And there were. A whole field of them. He shot one of them, and ran back. I hid behind a bush and prayed they wouldnt find me, the rest ran away.
They found me, they splattered me with bullets, and i pretended to die. I didn't.
For some reason i recall being shot at many many times after that, but the memory eludes me.
The next time I entered a toilet. There were 2 people i knew there. i went into the cubicle, locked the doors. People came in. Enemies i presume. They aimed at my friends who were outside. I quietly leaped over the side of the cubicle, right behind the last man of the enemy and sneaked out. I was so surprised they didn't hear me. I blended into the crowd, and entered a room.
I know my dream this time round had the layout of school, but the rooms were all different and the layout slightly different. Wider corridors.
It was a church service. I looked for familiar faces but found none. I sat beside a group of boys in the front row. I talked to what seemed like one of the youth leaders, and i told him how i had been shot many times but never died, suggesting that maybe it was because of a thick skull. He said yes, probably so. He insisted we do holy communion to cleanse me. On hindsight I realised I had never carried a gun, never killed anyone. But why I needed to be cleansed, I cannot recall. Either way, I knew i took it so seriously, so solemnly. Kneeled down with a cup in my hand, a bisuit floating on top of the dirty red liquid. And i drank it. Somehow I had a handphone. A text messaged read, remember about your exam tomorrow. Today's date was 6 December. I remembered that i had my Bmat and Math the day before (although it is inaccurate).
Helped to wash things up, and I left. I went out of the secret chapel (hence i don't know how i got there, or why there were so many people) and went out to the roads. SPotted others, and quickly ran back, afraid that they would find the hideout. By then it was too late, it was thronging with people.
A little girl shot me for what seemed like the fun of it, but i didn't die.
Went out to the central atrium. Huge crowds of people. Here I recognised some people. I saw one of my previous bestfriend whom i miss very much. And i saw my ex-teammate from rugby. He was an enemy leader. I shouted about how I couldn't die, how i wanted to die. His men proceeded to spray shots at me. I for once though i was going to die. And i shouted out the names of those I love. I didn't die. I got up, cried why wouldnt i die. He then said, sorry, but this way you will die. He wanted to pull me apart by my limbs, like the ancient chinese did with horses. It was too painful, I ran away.
I came to a desert with a rocky mountain at the side after passing an expensive looking atrium with one woman drinking coffee by the water fountain. I ran out, tried to climb the hill. Too steep. Men from afar quickly came close. They held butcher knives. They wanted to kill me. Then another friend of mine appeared. She tried to run, but failed too. She was resigned to her fate.
And the dream ended.
I don't know, maybe God was trying to speak to me. But it has definitely reminded me of my priorities.
Stay alive, keep fighting, and remember that God is always there. There is a higher purpose, something more than whatever anyone is going through, no matter how tough or dangerous.