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Xing You
16 Years of Age

Student, percussionist in School Band
Pasir Ris Secondary School
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An Awkward Dream

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

It's going to be a short entry today...

I had a dream this morning.

I dreamt that I was with my guy friends in a field playing some sports game, then we came across this field of sunflowers, basking themselves in the presense of the sun and the girls were on the other side of the fields, enjoying themselves while admiring the flowers.

We wanted to cross over to the field to join them but somehow while in the middle of the fields, we stopped. There were a few bees flying around in the area and they had names on their yellow and black stripe bodies. Awkward, yeah?

Being the smart one(naturally), I decided to walk to the other side of fields and cross over while the guys take the dangerous route. Somehow, there was this bee who was pissed off by my decision to take the short-cut(I knew by some reason). He followed me.

I was freaked out of course. Chuck was angry. I could tell, because his name on his body was in bright red and earlier, the names of the bee weren't in bright red. I was freaked out by it so I made a dash for the girls' area, swinging my hands around me, trying to drive the pissed-off bee away.

I got pissed-off too, so in the midst of swinging. I caught the bee by the head and the stinger was pointing outwards. Phew. But Oh my God! The son of a bitch was fucking huge, I tell you. It's body width was like 7cm long, man! And I could see Chuck's stinger trying to sting my other hand but to no avail. Chuck felt like toy merchandise with fur and felt soft on the outside and have hard fillings on the inside. It felt like a soft toy.

Finally, it did stung my left palm. But it didn't felt pain. I pulled out the sting and I saw the small hole injury on my palm. The yellow liquid, not pus, did not ooze out of the hole. I was so damn worried that I might be poisoned by it. I thought Chuck was dead because, you know, his stinger came out. But that motherfucker grew it back!

And that's probably when I woke up to find that it was all a stupid, crazy dream. -.-!!!