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               I think i have been thinking (maybe feeling?) too much lately. that it comes into my sleep. i thought of pouring it out somewhere. since here is my spot, i'll let it rip here. i was having my usual afternoon nap. with nothing much to do, yes this is something that i need at home. but the dream came then. i was about to part with a friend so close. and would promise to meet up again later, because we have our own paths n lives to go through first. weird thing, the dream was so.... dungeon and dragons. had to encounter so many dragons, monster, whatever la. there was also an epidermic breaking out. one time, this dragon came to me. had to defend the place, confronted it and the dragon blew fireballs. i lost my arm. u know, like in the movies, you're on your death bed, waiting to die, blood dripping, and i managed to call (dun ask me what mode of communication, i was simply speaking to my friend which was far from me then), and as blood was sipping, and like a jam pasir, my time was up. was speaking in poetry to my friend, and it was written in my final blood. shit it was so sad. i cant help it, n i said NO I WILL LIVE TO SEE MY FRIEND AGAIN! and you know what, farouk said it best. "I was thinking about him, thinking about me. Thinking about us, what we gonna be? Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream."