Death

I had a brush with death again.

No, not death of myself, but rather death of a loved one. I know it might not be wise of me to talk about this taboo topic now, especially since I have to rush off to mug later on at 9.30, but I think I should pen it down here.

You see, I received an sms from someone. The message was "X (let's name my loved one that) has been involved in a stabbing incident. I'm afraid he has passed out"

And then I was so sad, I wished maybe X had been around longer, perhaps maybe to nag at me more. I have no idea.

I was so sad, in a dark house, on my sofa, crying my heart out...

and then I woke up.

As I always say, it was just a dream.

But perhaps, I'm quite sick of being in such dreams where my loved ones die and I'm helpless to do anything. If that were to become reality, well...

I hope my dreams don't become reality...

Well except of course the one about me getting 45 points and going up on stage to give all thanks to God (Actually that's more of myself day dreaming...not those real kind of dreams...but anyway I'm sure it is possible to come true)

I don't know, perhaps people might start calling me crazy by fretting too much over these dreams...but God has always been imparting messages to characters in the Bible through dreams, like to Joseph.

Maybe, this is God's way of telling me that His will is perfect...

Maybe, but I won't know. I guess I'll pray over it later on.