Well, whaddaya know. Blogger is STILL screwed up. Or maybe it's my laptop. Oh well, I hope it fixes itself soon.

I had this horrible, horrible nightmare last night. After Cheryl (Tan) informed me of the Bali bombings that happened at about 8 pm Singapore time last night, I went to sleep and dreamt that the terrorists had hidden a bomb in our school's lift.

We were all sitting at a bench, a few of us (I didn't see anyone's face except Sabby's), when suddenly the bomb went off and there was blood splattered everywhere. I didn't dare to look but I heard lots of screams and moans as people carried out what I imagined to be half blown-up bodies. I saw Sabby's shocked expression as she looked. The only thing I remember seeing was Cheryl (Lee) and Jasmine (from our class) in the lift. For some reason the bomb had not killed them.

The fear. The screams. The blood. They all seemed so real. And then I just panicked and ran around, trying to warn everyone. I saw Grace. I hugged her and asked her to be careful and she looked at me with a puzzled look, seemingly unaware of what had just happened. And then I woke up, freaked out, heart racing, tears running, fear gripping.

Eventually I managed to fall back asleep. And dreamt of messing up my MMR paper because they made an announcement before the exam saying that a bomb was about to detonate after the exam. (Don't ask me why they didn't cancel it.) So I was torn between calming the rising terror in me and doing the paper properly in case I survived the explosion and just walking out of the exam room, running far far away or enjoying the last moments of my life. Yes guess who was stressed. Never knew there was such a thing as post-exam stress. In the end, the bomb went off before the exam finished. If I remember correctly.

I hate continuing nightmares. I woke up one more time, I think. And for the rest of the night/day I dreamt of "bomb drills". They kept having the drill every once in a while and we had to run run run as fast and as far away as we could. No matter where we were. Lecture hall or otherwise. I remember that I kept running to this open space where there was no one. And I got separated from my classmates and my other friends (people like Cheryl Lee, who isn't even from SP, was in my school for some reason). That's about all I remember. But it was one of the worst nightmares I've ever had, I can safely say.

I think the reason why my subconscious did not add my family into the nightmare too was because I've been having nightmares about deaths in my family of late. It's really scary and I don't know why I keep having nightmares. I think it's to do with bad fengshui in my room cos I don't remember having as many nightmares when I'm not sleeping in my room. And besides, there's this protrusion in the ceiling right above my head, which I seem to recall my uncle saying is bad fengshui.

I hope all these nightmares go away soon, cos I'm really starting to develop a phobia of sleeping.