The empty toilet at the corner, consist of cubicles with toliet bowls and some are for showers. I patrolled thru the individual cubicles, looking for the most cleanest one to pee. Then I heard foot steps walking in. I wonder why I got scared and quickly hide in one of the cubicle. After closing the door, I realised there was a shower curtain behind it, which refuses to stay still but moving as if the strong wind was blowing against it. I held the shower curtain with both my hands. Then the shower tap started running. I felt a force, pushing and lowering my head towards the water. I cant resist the force. The water runs thru and soaked my top. I shouted "Allah!" no valid. I calmed down and recite "Ah Mi Tor Fuor" a couple of times then strangely I was released, and so I rushed out from the toilet, only to stumbled upon a group of monks and I told them what had happened.
Then I was walking into a canteen, looking at my watch, its 12:09pm. "Time for lunch" I thought to myself. Strangely, this canteen only sells rasin buns, breads, kueys, cupcakes, all the sweet stuff.. I walked out from the canteen only to be surprise that there were many miniature sized puppies, lying randomly on the grassy patch, sleeping. There are so tiny and mini like the size of a lizard, that I have to walk with care trying to avoid stepping on anyone of them.
Then I happen to be in a shopping mall. queuing up to pay for something I wanna buy. There was a woman infront of me, then suddenly two young PRC kids, aged about 6 or 8, squeezed and queued (JUMPED QUEUE) right in front of me. The rowdy boys were sort of pushing and shoving, then looked at me, then suddenly hit me, poked me at my buttock, then slapped my arms and shoved me. I remembered I was damn pissed with the "assult" and turned to the man behind me and complained. The men identified himself saying he is the father of the kids and explained that his kids have some bahavioural problem and then apologised on their behalf. Knowing the condition, I was less upset about it then while the boys were away, I suggested to the man to bring his kids to see a psychologist.
Mins after the man left the mall, while I was still queueing at the cashier, suddenly, the boys returned, charging fast towards my direction, then one pulled my hand from behind, another pulled both my arms and tried to kick me, shouting "why you complain to my dad!" The onlookers pulled the boys away, while I sink my fingernails deep into one of the boy's arms when he refuse to let go on mine.
The pain woke me and I looked around and saw my familar surrounding..thank god I am at home and its just a some series of bad dreams I had!
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