The other day before my ex gave me the shock, I had another dream. It was rather short, but horribly vivid and frightening. I still remember it.

I dreamt that I was talking to my cousin Winnie in the boarding house common room. She told me she got kidnapped, and the kidnapper asked for 6000 Hong Kong Dollars. She also told me that they only set $1000 for Vincent, her brother.

Suddenly I was sliding down a waterslide after my brother, and a woman followed. The woman said hi to me so I turned and looked at her. She kept on talking to me, so to be polite, I talked back. At the end of the slide we walked out of the pool, I followed. We were both properly dressed all of a sudden, and while talking, the girl was obviously looking for somebody else. I felt a little suspicious, and thinking that she’s a kidnapper, I said bye and walked away quickly.

As I walked into a shopping mall, a bald-ish guy in long coat caught up with me. He said something like, “The line was obviously telling you to follow, and you didn’t. Huh?” (whatever that meant) I knew that he was one of the kidnappers and I was terrified. I knew he was going to stab me. I looked around and saw my father and Uncle Sam to my right. I mouthed ‘help’ to them but they didn’t seem to notice. I then tried to scream at the top of my lungs but only a little whimper came out. I could feel the knife now. The guy was going to stab. I could feel the knife pushing harder…

I woke up with my heart racing, and just stayed in bed like that thinking how else I could have reacted in such situations. Run? Scream? Use my Taekwondo on him (which I haven’t practised properly for ages)? Or just let him stab me? The paranoia…

Yep, I’m definitely happier thinking about something else than to dwell on those feelings. =)