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This dream is a little blur now. OK, firstly, I was like seriously seriously ill, and had to stay in my bed. But I woke up and insisted that my mouth stank and wanted to brush my teeth. Hey, it's got nothing to do with my oral hygiene ok. So, my elder brother brought my this tray with my toothbrush with toothpaste on it. I have no idea why my elder brother would do that for me. hehe.

So, I brushed my teeth and complained that there wasn't enough of the toothpaste on it. This part is logical cos I have always been troubled by the fact that I have the urge to use a lot of toothpaste for the very refreshing taste, but I hold back most of the time cos I think it's very wasteful. Hmm...

After I spat into that tray, I realised that the tray was very flat and I was worried that the water that I rinsed my mouth with was going to overflow and dirty my bed. Then, somehow, my brother assured me that he would be able to bring the tray out of my room. So, he did, doing some very amazing balancing act actually. Then, I went back to sleep ( in my dream ) and I have no idea what happened after that.

Sounds like some kind of transit dreaming. You know, to proceed from one section of my sleep to the next.

The setting is this very weird city, a totally gray but very modern city. My mother and I were driving through the streets when I noticed this cradle in the middle of the road, in the rain. Somehow, I just knew that it was an abandoned baby. In the midddle of the road? I should have realised that whoever who left it there wanted it to DIE.

So, I made my mom stop the car and got off to pick the baby up. You know, cos it was too dangerous to leave it in the middle of the road. But when I got to the baby, it screamed at me to put it down. I say it cos I realise I don't know if it was a boy or a girl. The weirdest thing was that it was talking to me in perfect english. When I told it that it was too dangerous to be bathing in the rain, in the middle of the road like that, it gave me this very resigned, sigh-just-my-luck-to-meet-a-realist look.

Anyway, after some conversation, we compromised and I promised not to kidnap him into my mom's car and brought him to a MRT station nearby instead. But when we got there, somehow, we got picked up by some government secret agents or something who brought us back to the HQ and told us to go undercover to investigate something. Is it just me or is it really "HUH??"

But anyway, this part of the dream is then really a blur to me now...somehow then in the end, I went through some crisis and managed to prevent some illegal money transaction of about $900 million. Anyway by now, the baby and my mother and the city have both disappeared, I was in this tropical sunny country.

So when those secret agents brought me back to the HQ again, when the director or somebody asked me what happened, I happily boasted on and on about how I prevented all those, how I trashed all the thugs blah blah blah. Then, the director looked all green and said he wanted to bring me and my partner ( Since when did I have a partner?? ) to a cafe for some coffee. But, I noticed that he looked all psycho and he brought this gun along. Then, through his psychotic mumblings, I realised that he was the bad guy and I have just foiled his life-long plan or something. So I got really DAMN scared. Who would have known fear was so real in dreams...

Anyway, so at the cafe, I kept a look out for where his hand was..u know, like whether it's near the gun, while nervously blabbling on about how good he has been to all of us, what a good guy he is...but apparently it only made him more angry. Somehow, my partner(??) didn't know what was going on, so he said he wanted to go to the loo. I wanted to go and inform him about the psycho guy, so I followed. Then, I realised that the psycho guy also followed us, while loading his gun. Argh!!!! Do you feel the suspense now? Hahaha...

The psycho guy managed to kill my partner, then I turned behind and grabbed his hand, and we went into this typical struggle for the gun. Then apparently there was a shot fired, but we didn't know who was shot. It turned out that it was me........he shot my thumb...ouch. hahaha...But anyway after that he was taken away by some other people while I moaned and groaned about my thumb...then I forgot what happened after that.

Actually, I'm quite proud of my cool and calm performance even in a dream. Heh.