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I am going crazy as of now. I just took my history book, opened it on the table, stared at it for 10 seconds and said "What the.. this isn't science." I'm now going to somehow ditch studying to recount my dreams from last night. And yes, dreams, since I had three in a row and it hasn't happened since P5, where it was three dreams in a row all starting with me waking up in the same place I was sleeping and ending with my going back to sleep there, which was either quite creepy or kewl. First dream. I was in school with LY and Mingen, in the toilet. Then I wanted to go to the toilet, but this little short guy in black came pushing his way in and said he needed to inspect the toilet. We pushed each other about for a while then I gave up. Then we went out of the toilet and went to our classroom, which was apparently to the left of the foyer, over the bridge near the library. It was the middle of the night, the time where it's quiet and you don't really see anyone around and the streetlights make everything yellow. Then we were somehow talking about mental powers (that was the exact term) and it seemed that we had to choose from a list of mental powers for school, like choosing streaming subjects. Mingen was throwing a tantrum because she chose the 'mental power to choose mental powers' and regretted it. LY suddenly commented, 'Mental fish powers!' Then I was laughing and saying, 'Kewl. That would be like feeding frenzy. CHOMP.' We went to the classroom and got our stuff and went out of the foyer. Somehow we got to the bottom of my flat and walked out to the badminton court on the way to sv. Then the floor became the bottom of a storm drain and suddenly there was 'a sense of impending calamity' (as I wrote in my phrasebook) and I saw Mingen running and I yelled, 'EBILLLL!!' and the dream ended. Second dream. This is a short one that came out of nowhere, maybe a transition between dreams, like a commercial break? I was on my bed with someone else, holding red cross uniforms. After waiting for a long long time, I said,' You sure we need to hold today or not?' Then I checked my phone. 'Aiyo, it's tomorrow la! Stupid we hold for nothing.' I hung my uniform on the back of my bed (the person was somehow gone at this point) and checked my phone before I went to sleep. The creepy part is, I think I actually did wake up and check my phone in the middle of the night and thought it was a dream. I don't think I could have imagined the screen that well. It said 3.58am, and I said, 'Aiya, still have 5 hours to sleep.' Then I went back to sleep. Third dream. It may sound stupid but in this dream I was Jaz Parks. (Because LY was bugging me about the second book.) Though this dream has absolutely nothing to do with vampires. I recieved an email from Xuan with some words on it, like a worksheet. I didn't really read it and closed it. Then the dream fastforwarded to when I was in school with Jaz's (or mine, actually) sister Evie. (That was the name in the dream, is it correct?) They gave out this worksheet to us. I realized that there was another one behind the one I got that was photocopied quite badly. I asked Evie, 'Eeyy, you get one worksheet or two?' She said one. Then I looked at the second worksheet and somehow realized that my death was written on it. I don't know how I remember something about it (killing, blood and all that) when it hadn't happened yet. Maybe a memory of a premonition. The worksheet said 4 intelligent and 18 innocent, which I somehow knew meant 4 people were the villians and they killed 18 people. I told Evie about it and we started discussing during class ('How could it be your death, you idiot?') until we were kicked out by the teacher. We went home. Somehow I remembered Jaz's family, except for her brother David, which in the dream his name started with a H. For some reason I was looking at the family members' names on something like a fod brochure. I looked at Albert's picture (it was a back view of a guy with brown hair and a blue shirt) and didn't bother trying to call him. I called the brother but didn't get through. Then Evie called me and said she was cooking frozen chicken porridge (I had porridge for dinner that night and heard my aunt tell my parents the frozen chicken was in the fridge). The thing is when I woke up and went out of the room I was actually mumbling, 'Where's the porridge?' Then I stopped myself and went to the kitchen and saw a pot there on the stove, the one we usually use to cook porridge. I was like 'She's really cooking porridge!' But in the end I don't think it was. There's something really freaky about seeing your own death written in front of you, and a badly photocopied one at that. Which meant that someone else must have the original. Oh, joy. Freaky dreams are not good to have before exams. Ethe, looks after the river of Lethe. Or more accurately, the Lethe vending machine. I like the whole passage so I shall just copy it all. The thing about real life is the bad guys are people too, and by that I don't mean anything touchy-feely about how they have feelings and they love their parents and they stop to pet little dogs on the street. Some people don't have feelings and don't love their parents and go out of their way to shoot little dogs on the street. But most of the bad guys aren't so easy to spot. This is the thing about power, I think. To some people - those of us who have none - anyone who has it and uses it is a villian. To those who have it, anyone who tries to stop them from using it is a villian. Because we're all heroes of out own story, no matter what horrible things we might be doing. Sometimes people do terrible things with the best of intentions. I don't think that makes them less guilty. But if you understand their reasons, you might find it more difficult to condemn them out of hand. You might find it more difficult to call them villians. On the other hand, sometimes people do terrible things with the absolute worst of intentions. But even there, I don't think they're supervillians. I think they're just people. - Superpowers |