I have been having the weirdest of the weirdest dreams the last few nights and those were of a mixed of happiness and the not-so-happy ones.

First, I dreamt of Mr Terrence Toh(my idol ok! AH! TT!=)). He came into JJC LT3, where our choir practices are held at and he came to talk to me. Not long after, he told me that he will be taking our choir as of today. As in the today in my dreams. You should have seen how delighted I was in my dreams, practically jumping as if I had just consumed a oh-my-gosh-I-was-so-happy potion! Before I could continue smiling both in my dreams and in the real world, that stupid alarm went off. Urgh! Well, come to think of it, this dream was so so comforting, having know that I won't have to face the middle-aged uncle, Mr Hu and the future of JJC choir will no longer be kept at the "blighted" status.

But yes, it remains as, just a dream.

The second one spells pretty much of the Talentime-after-effects. Especially the vocalists' finale items which took us donkey years to prepare. I dreamt all of us were actually doing Indian Dance for that item and worse of all, the male teacher ic turned into a Indian guy. He sat on the edge of the stage as we danced for him, but I saw his face giving a gamut of expressions, ranging from anger to helplessness. Meanwhile, disagreements still arose within the vocalists and I shall not name who's involved here. It's pretty amazing to see myself flying here and there while doing the dance, gracefully. 'Cos I can hardly achieve that here=P

Tell me what this dreamt meant, anyone?

Before I realised it, I was brought into a scene where my younger brother and I were in a protest, against what, I don't know. This is the third dream. Somehow, we were amongst the big group who were sitting just in front of a fence and on the other side of it, another group of people stood, rather dispersed but all were armed. Then a stupid guy from "my side" dared people of the other side to come over, threatening with them with our quantity. "CHARGE!" that side shouted and in just a seconds, everything went amok. My brother and I went into hiding in an dilapidated school whilst a massacre took place out on the streets. I told my brother to wait for me and not leave whilst I went to call for help despite the danger and...

I guess I know what led to me having the third dream, perhaps it was because of the recent news coverage of Timor Leste situation and I vividly remember that during the 1999 violence, one guy who held a severed head, was flashed on the news. The newspapers reported that one guy was pulled into a deserted street or something by the masked marauders and bludgeoned to death! How I appreciate the national security that we enjoy in Singapore..

Shayna sang @ 9:42 AM

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