Bad dreams

It was a bad dream. I couldnt sleep. I dreamt I was chased by that kitty whom appeared at my staircase some days back. I dreamt this time, it sprang and hop run through the long corridor, reaching me, ready to pounce on me. So it woke me up, then the sound of the blinds flapping against the window grills, an indication of strong wind. Then thunders were heard, loud and continously. I woke up to close the window, getting ready for the heavy down pour expected, that happened in the middle of the night while everyone was in their deep sleep, I stared at my four walls, and was unable to fall back to mine though.

Today, I dreamt again. This time, I was riding in the MRT train, or should I say, along with the train on a wooden plank. Close to my left was the door of the train, while on my right, was nothing. The wooden plank that I was sitted on, was attached to the train, traveling along the track above ground level. The train made a sharp left turn before reaching the platform. I held on tightly to the wooden plank, with cold sweat soaked through my singlet, I almost felt I was falling from the plank and onto the ground. I stood up slowly when the train reached the platform, and wobbly steps and by the time I slowly walked to my safety, I have also woken up, perspiring badly from the bad dream.