A Movie in My Dream

Wow, what a dream. I just experience a gangster film few minutes ago.

It was like I worked for a group of people. I think I worked for them. I followed them to a new place, I never know that place. I started working there. I was happy.

I found out that they wanted to kill me at night time. I was working. They didn't know that I knew. So, I was trying very hard to escape.

They had a tight monitor on me, so that I would be in their supervision.

In some way, I went to a shopping complex. I tried to SMS one of my ipoh church member.

"I'm going to be killed tonight. This is no joke. Pls check on me. If I don reply in an hour, pls call police" this is what I wanted to send.

I was trying to find a hidden place to text. So, I went to a book shop, and found quite-tall book shelfs. I went between them. I squad down, pretending I'm reading book, but actually typing message. However, while I was one the third or forth word, I was found by them, the group of people. Immediately, I deleted what I had wrote.

They insisted to look at my phone.

They grabbed it. They smiled. I wasn't sure what was going on. I looked back my phone, and realized that they were reading a message I received from a girl. They thought she was my girlfriend, actually she was not.

I couldn't go anywhere else.

In some way, I went to a hotel. People having buffet. I'm not a waiter, but I pretended to take glasses. There was a friend of mine, same like me -caught by the group of people. It was just that he still had not known the inside motif of the group.

I whispered to him, "They are going to kill me tonight." His eyes opened big. I walked off, took the glasses away, not wanting people to know that we talked.

In some way, I went to a cafe in a shopping complex. I saw one of my Ipoh sunday school teacher/Sabah pastor. He was in a conversation with two people.

I called him out. He picked up the phone, and excused himself from the conversation. I told him my situation. He was just sitting a table next to me. It is just because I don't want people to know that I connect to others, I phoned him.

I doubt that he believed in me, but, of course I hoped that he believed.

Again, I was caught again by the group of people. He asked for my phone again. This time, I insist to have my privacy. I think they guessed what I mean, after they caught me "wrong" last time. They still standing there. I smiled and I moved away.

Later, the group leader came to me, showing some pictures -broken legs, faces no eyes, cut hand. I thought this would be me.

They still did not know that I knew they were going to kill me.

Somehow, I went to a room and had a short sex with a woman. (out of topic)

Then, I continued my journey of escape.

At one point, the event at hotel ended. I wasn't sure what event was that. They were packing things to van. They were leaving. It was coming to night. So, I might be killed after leaving.

I avoided to stay contact with anyone from the group. In some way, I hid myself in a room up stair.

Later, I found a back door staircase. I did not know that the door at down stair was open or not. As I was walking towards the staircase, I heard some noise. It was them. They were looking at me.

I ran.

I opened my eyes, I was in a familiar room. It was dawn, seeing a light sun shined through my window. I realized that all these were a dream.