recollection
10.19.2013
12:58 AM
I RECALLED MY DREAM.
IT WAS A TERRORIST ATTACK.
edit.
wow my blog exceeded 1900 views!
(sounds pathetic I know)
Anyhow, /pops confetti and champagne!/
Let me try to recall my terrorist attack dream.
I remember I was in the train on a seat, comfortably people-watching/observing. (or judging).
And somehow I knew that something was gonna happen (like a terrorist attack) but not sure what. So suddenly there was this commotion outside, and I heard my elder brother shouting really loudly FROM OUTSIDE in a panicky voice to my mum to run off / go away / escape (I think the train stopped at a station, and the doors opened. and its funny how my bro and mum weren't with me.)
Yep so when the doors opened I heard my bro shouting... And I think I could imagine my bro dragging my mum along in a panic. (I didn't see them; I was facing away from the platform so there was no way I saw them) And yet even when I heard my mum / bro, I didn't like realize anything was wrong and continued my people-watching. =___= (and the weird thing was that nobody in the train reacted as well.)
THE NEXT THING WAS CRAZY. Some dude in khaki green outfit carrying a machine gun strode in and just swept his shots at us. I COULD REMEMBER THIS LADY DYING RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES OKAY ITS REALLY SCARY.
THE MOST EPIC THING WAS THAT I WAS HIT BY A FEW BULLETS AND I STARTED BLEEDING, BUT I COULD STILL MANAGE TO GET OUT OF THE TRAIN.
And quickly ran for help. -__- Apparently it doesn't hurt and I remember I looked at my wounds they were all magically healed already.
Okay I ran out of the station for help and it was just like any normal day outside. I looked around at the passers-by and they don't seem to know what had happened in that station. So I asked this group of teens for help and shouted I've been shot, I'm gonna die, please help me, call an ambulance. blahblah. and appparently they laughed like it was some joke and sort of looked around whther it was some prank and whether there were any cameras recording. So I pleaded with them, and cried and shouted "HE JUST CAME IN AND SWEPT HIS SHOTS AT US"
And they still (politely) declined to help. -__- the most stupid thing was that I apologized if I caused them any inconvenience what on earth. I think I asked a few more people and the results were the same.
And I woke up.
What a screwed up story, really.
WR is a bitch. I thought we were still fine... and hmph. its giving me a headache. fuck.
and tomorrow there's tuition. >__> I'd much rather wish I had the time for WR but my mum would scream at me for wasting $$$.
sian siannnnnnnnnnn
IT WAS A TERRORIST ATTACK.
edit.
wow my blog exceeded 1900 views!
(sounds pathetic I know)
Anyhow, /pops confetti and champagne!/
Let me try to recall my terrorist attack dream.
I remember I was in the train on a seat, comfortably people-watching/observing. (or judging).
And somehow I knew that something was gonna happen (like a terrorist attack) but not sure what. So suddenly there was this commotion outside, and I heard my elder brother shouting really loudly FROM OUTSIDE in a panicky voice to my mum to run off / go away / escape (I think the train stopped at a station, and the doors opened. and its funny how my bro and mum weren't with me.)
Yep so when the doors opened I heard my bro shouting... And I think I could imagine my bro dragging my mum along in a panic. (I didn't see them; I was facing away from the platform so there was no way I saw them) And yet even when I heard my mum / bro, I didn't like realize anything was wrong and continued my people-watching. =___= (and the weird thing was that nobody in the train reacted as well.)
THE NEXT THING WAS CRAZY. Some dude in khaki green outfit carrying a machine gun strode in and just swept his shots at us. I COULD REMEMBER THIS LADY DYING RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES OKAY ITS REALLY SCARY.
THE MOST EPIC THING WAS THAT I WAS HIT BY A FEW BULLETS AND I STARTED BLEEDING, BUT I COULD STILL MANAGE TO GET OUT OF THE TRAIN.
And quickly ran for help. -__- Apparently it doesn't hurt and I remember I looked at my wounds they were all magically healed already.
Okay I ran out of the station for help and it was just like any normal day outside. I looked around at the passers-by and they don't seem to know what had happened in that station. So I asked this group of teens for help and shouted I've been shot, I'm gonna die, please help me, call an ambulance. blahblah. and appparently they laughed like it was some joke and sort of looked around whther it was some prank and whether there were any cameras recording. So I pleaded with them, and cried and shouted "HE JUST CAME IN AND SWEPT HIS SHOTS AT US"
And they still (politely) declined to help. -__- the most stupid thing was that I apologized if I caused them any inconvenience what on earth. I think I asked a few more people and the results were the same.
And I woke up.
What a screwed up story, really.
WR is a bitch. I thought we were still fine... and hmph. its giving me a headache. fuck.
and tomorrow there's tuition. >__> I'd much rather wish I had the time for WR but my mum would scream at me for wasting $$$.
sian siannnnnnnnnnn
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