Nightmare

Last night, I had a nightmare. D:

I’d forgotten what dream it was. This morning, Liz said she finally had better sleep than the last two nights because she was actually sleeping and not drifting in between. As for me, I told her I probably slept more than the last two days, but I had a feeling it was a bad dream.

This is totally random, but thinking about what my colleagues just said about how maybe the leak of confidential governmental documents would spark a war reminded me of my dream!

I don’t remember what the start of the dream was, but I think I was in a building. It was either my office, or my school. Now that I think about it, maybe I was in an office building with my schoolmates o_o

Whatever it was, we received news and messages about how our area had been seized by a terrorist group, and that our building was going to be demolished. Some of us were skeptical, some started to panic, and the rest were just unsure and staring at one another.

Then someone asked a critical question, “Are we able to get out?”

Someone else answered, “Oh my god. I heard that the terrorist is going to capture us—every single one of us.”

Right after that, I saw a very huge drill looking thing far outside the window. D:

The drill aimed towards our building and made a super huge hole out of our building!! The ceiling started collapsing and there was debris falling all over the place! People started to run in a panic! Some jumped out of the window, some tried to avoid the drill and all that…

This part was kinda horrifying. I remember some people shouting that there was no way they were gonna be held captive and that they heard some people managed to escape the grip of the terrorists, so they were gonna escape and scatter in all different directions. Most of us had already got out of the building and were watching others still trying to get out while the drill reduced the building to nothing ><. Then we heard that some of those who tried to run were killed, so the rest who didn’t try to run were trying to warn the ones intending to run.

Then we turned to look… One of the terrorists spotted someone trying to run and without hearing him out, just shot his head.

D:

Wow. All of the rest of us survivors of the collapsing building gathered around with the terrorists surrounding us. We still heard some gunfire and people screaming to their deaths…

Then the next thing I knew, I was in a building where everyone was held in. I don’t remember what we were doing inside, but I kinda had the idea that we couldn’t get out. I think there were still people planning to get out though.

One thought that was kinda vivid throughout the whole ordeal though, was:

“This can’t be happening to me, right? And if it IS happening…I’ll come out okay in the end…right? I won’t be that lucky guy who gets shot without a chance to explain right?”

Then I woke up realising that I forgot to turn on my handphone alarm and I was late for work. Hahahaha.

Still, food for thought though. Through my dream, I realised my first reaction to crisis is denial and senseless hoping. D: Following that is a ‘wait-and-see’ attitude. Hmmm. Interesting.

I wonder what it would be like in reality. …Not that I want it to happen. @_@