But anyway, I was back at Science Park working at Reuters, (I blame this on Jie's starting to work at Science Park recently, and my futile attempt of getting the Provence choco wassant yesterday), when I had to take the shuttlebus to the MRT after work.
In this dream, the shuttle is those kinda small schoolbus kinda vans, with very few seats and sliding doors that need some violence before they can be slid shut.
Anyway, I was seated next to the door when the bus jerked to a stop, and terrorists suddenly slid the doors open, and started shooting at us with machine guns.
Yes. Machine guns.
And I, being seated next to the door got most of the shots. And in the dream, my body was vibrating with every single shot that hit my body.
But surprisingly, I didnt die?
Somehow, I was rushed to the hospital with all the bullets stuck inside me, and they could bloody hell move around in my body. So I could see the shape of a bullet travelling underneath my skin, along with my blood.
Utterly freaky.
Ok, I don't know how to end this, but I woke up after watching all the stupid bullets travelling around my legs, and the stupid dream felt so damn long to me, and I need to get back to my immuno, like now.
=(((
p/s: And I realized I suck at narrating my dreams in a blog post. I can do it better in person. HAHA.
"I am PRETTY, accept it."
5:35 PM
5:35 PM
this is you. introduce yourself. are you in antarctica? maybe, alaska. or maybe africa? oh, anywhere. Hahaha. You might also add if you're a femme or a masculiney man (Is it possible? since it's a girly skin) or maybe the combination of both.