Terrorism

It was such a scary dream. I was awoken with pains from injections (jabs) on my left hands as I was running away from a 'security guard', the face I got to see -- rather short, chinese guy......he was so evil...

I was a rather long dream... There were at least three sections or parts to this dream; the main thing is the 'terrorism', the last part.

I was in a big hall, going to attend 'this function' since was 'told'.

Prior to this, I was sitting down on a table, with John and me, really is John and me. John is my cousin. This is the first time I dreamed of John, my cousin. He was wearing white shirt. On the table where we were siting, he took out something, which revealed his photographs. I saw his photographs, very blurred, taken with his wife. Another photo was their wedding photographs. Altogether, John asked me to sign on two photographs. I asked him, "Sign where, and need to write my name a not?" He said, "Don't need write name, just sign only." I did as what he had told me. I signed at the bottom of the two photographs...



I had forgotten what he had said in the dream, but this dream has nothing good, except the signing of my names by John.


Then before this part of the dream, it was Richard and me... It was so scary, something bad... don't remember the full details. But it was a 'quarrel'. He was very impatient. It was about unity. He left me, going home. The children and I waited at the bus stop for him. We waited so long at the bus stop, until I got so worried for him. My handphone in my bag, did not ring either. At last, I decided to give him a call, wondering for his safety. To my surprise, he was still at home....

Don't know how, the children and I was walking in a 'marketplace'. I was buying food. First, I bought something, which I had forgotten what I had bought. Next, I remembered that I must buy some food for my mother also. But I don't know what to buy. We walked around the place, quite dark, the floor quite wet, something like 'Indonesia wet market'. We passed by a store which placed 'Putu Mayam' on the table. It looked okay. I decided to go in to take a look. A little girl served me. I told the girl that I wanted the 'Putu Mayam'. I wondered were there more varities of food. She bought me to the far back of the shop... there were other food around.. but all the food did not seem to appeal to me...


Now, Richard and I were at a 'penthouse', it seemed so much like I was going back to Boon Lay, but the house, the flat are different. That place was 'literally' Boon Lay, but physically not Boon Lay. The building was white. At the last floor, Richard and I went in (I had forgotten if Richard went in with me.) But it was so clear, that I saw a white building. I was in the last floor of a white building. Looking out, on my right, there was another 'protrusion' to the building, 'the pinnacle', which looked so much like the 'house of Mary', which I cannot see in details, but looked like. The structure of the building contains a cross there, pattern of a cross, with no body of Jesus on it. That is how I guess it was a 'house of Mary'....

Something bad happened at the 'penthouse'. Richard left in a hurry....

Now, I am at the final part again. I had forgotten the exact speech. But, it was at a 'frontline'..... I saw Irene 'squeezing' among some people -- at first, it was a long queue. At her turn, the 'frontline' was 'messy', not orderly. I had not seen Irene for so long, neither do I know how she looked like now. But her face and her smile in the dream was the same.

After I went basement, I met John, as described above... Thereafter, someone seemed to talk to me. It was a matter about teachers. It was teacher I met, a familiar teacher I spoke to. The place was very big, and there were people walking around. There was a gathering going on, and they told me I need to be there too, which I was soon about to go, to take a look.

Now, I met anothe of my friend. This is a chinese guy, forgotten who exactly is he in the dream. But it seems like 'Chee Kiong' (fair face). We were talking about entering the 'meeting'. We were talking and talking and now we walked to the stairs.... Just as we had walked to the stairs, I was the first one who walked up the stairs, or to be exact, escalators. I did not know that he was not following me. I was still talking to him, and when there was no answers and when I saw no one was behind me on the escalators, I turned back. No sight of him was found. I was so surprised.... I quickly went back to the site to look for him. At the base of the escalator, there were no sight of 'Chee Kiong'... I walked further away, hoping that I would probably found him... But in vain.

I was very anxious now, worried about his whereabouts. Again, I asked someone to help. The teacher I met, seemed to be my Junior College class teacher, Chan if I am not wrong about her surname... She was telling me about this meeting, and now I told her the missing person, which I suspect had 'vanished' in the air, become an invisible person.

I told her to talk to the person-in-charge. She went to a room at the basement, below the escalator, and behind it. I heard their conversation. The security guard was very bad, a 'tyrant'. I heard every exact words he had said, word by word, so loud so clear.... it was so scary, to have this kind of person, a 'security guard' background to 'control the meeting', mostly teachers...

In the room, it was about filling in of names which the 'security guard' and this teacher 'Ms Chan' (assumed is Ms Chan). Ms Chan, a teacher, had to 'listen' to this guard... Really cannot recall what the security guard said, the exact words.... but it was really the filling in of names. He was not happy of something about filling in the names, but want the teachers to do it themselves....

I heard their conversation. It was not respecting the teachers, not respecting anyone. I have no respect for him either. The guard came out of the room. I saw him, and he saw me.

I do not respect such kind of person. I turned my back, and away I go, walking towards the escalator and 'fleeing away'. At the sight of this, he was angry. He 'shot' an injection on my left shoulder, the usual place where we had our BCG vaccinations. The syringe hit me, I could feel instant numb on the part of the injection. It radiated out. I continued to run away. More jabs followed, more and more. Soon, I lost count of the numbers of injections I had gotten from the 'security guard', the 'villain', very evil.

As the shots came to my shoulder, my left hand got more numb. It was so scary. But it was even more scary if I listened to his instruction, and if I was led by him to engage in wrongful activities. After I came out of the escalators, I turned right, and I was still running away. Suddenly, it rained, and it was Jesus I wanted to thank for saving my life. The rain healed my pain from the injections. I got so much relieved when the rain comes beating on the injected hand... I woke up, saved.