I dreamt; the dream was very o_0. Or O_o. Or 0_O. And so on.

It was a well-lit room, where 16 to 20 people, including myself, stood in a circle. We were informed that we would be killed one by one, but none of us seemed to be shocked as if we accepted it as our inevitable fate. We were each handed a piece of paper, and were expected to jot notes as the announcer babbled on. I managed to write something that made sense despite the fact that I couldn’t hear (or remember) a thing s/he was saying, but as soon as I finished and was admiring whatever I had written (har!), the person on my left snatched my paper while the person on my right shoved his/hers into my hands. (Ah, so we were to swap notes — all you had to do was ask! Anyway…)

I tried to read what the person wrote; it seemed to be in Chinese (my first language), a list of sorts, but I didn’t quite understand what it meant. There wasn’t any time for me to ask about it, though, as we were sent to our rooms immediately afterwards.

A slight jump, and I was suddenly lying on my right side on the bed in the dream. This room was very bright as well. I could somehow see (huh?) that people were having sex in the next rooms, but I was undisturbed by everything — until I suddenly realised that I was the first person to be killed as I felt a stab in my back.

I couldn’t move, didn’t struggle, the murderer/executioner stabbed me a few more times. It didn’t hurt, actually, I just couldn’t breathe; although I didn’t seem to have made any effort to try to breathe, which was slightly worrying. I woke up from the dream then, calm as ever…

This is not the first time I’ve dreamt about being (or was about to be) stabbed in the back, but like I said… o_0, O_o, 0_O, etc.