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I had a dream nightmare last night. In that nightmare, my brother was molested. Almost.
Okay, seriously. Wtf was that?!
The dream started out with me being back in my high school. The whole batch was practicing for some performance and we were at the old auditorium. Nostalgic much? The old auditorium caught fire when I was in the grade one/two.
Anyway, the one in charge of choreography pulled me from the crowd because I was just standing and watching everybody else and taught me the moves at the last minute. It was...weird. (reminded me of the choreography from Rain is Fallin' and IT'S IN THE STARS) And the curtain was replaced by two wooden panels that had to be pulled open. We were greeted by a sea of red people. The lower batches were wearing red shirts, which is odd since our school uniform has dark green and white colors. After the disastrous performance, I was walking along the bridge towards the third floor dining hall when I saw a huge crowd at the grounds looking up. An ambulance was also there. I felt goosebumps all over and an ominous feeling swept over me. I saw someone lying at the ground when I entered the dining area and I asked my younger sister, who was running towards the stairs, what happened.
She told me that some guy from outside had broken into the school and wanted to molest our brother. He fought back, but the guy was too strong for him. Then some student pushed my brother to stop the guy. It worked. The guy ran away when my brother fell to the ground and hit his head. The impact was strong. When I was standing beside my brother, he had this tube thing in his nose to help him breathe. It was a freaky sight though. My brother had a 24-inch waistline in that nightmare. What the hell. And then I woke up.
I have no idea where that dream came from. But I'm getting worried about my brother commuting to college now. He's going to a different university and my parents want him to commute. :/
Or I'm just being an overprotective older sister. :))