Monday, July 20, 2009
Frish.

Long day today.

Got back home and crashed shortly after.

Had a nightmare. It went like this:

There's a strange "virus" going round the globe. Airborne. My cousin, Zhaoye, he got infected very seriously. The size of his eyes were no different, but he grew SEVEN irises. FUCKEN SCARY.

I asked him how it felt. And he said, "I can't see. I can't see."

EFF

Afterwards, I was at this clear perspex mall. Walking around, trying to find something, but I don't know what. The virus was spreading rapidly. It was so weird. People were walking all around me, past me, either dead, about to die, alive and being pursued by the dead, or just alive and brain-dead, like me.

Then I kinda made friends with this group of people. Dead people.

Something disastrous happened. Next thing I knew, we were all scattered. I helped up one of the girls in the group, but when I touched her, she said to me, "You're not dead."

Then she chased me, brandishing a dagger.

At that point I kept turning back and throwing things at her, but I didn't slow her down at all. She caught up with me, and I fell onto the floor. Passed out.

Woke up (in my dream). Pulled up my shirt to find a fucking huge cut right across my body, just above my chest, almost splitting my body in two. The cut was wavy-lined, like a tattoo, and masses of blood were pouring down, but the blood had already dried.

I reached INTO the cut and felt my heart. It was beating. I was alive.

I stood up and walked around. The mall was now nearly empty (of live people). A bunch of dead kids surrounded me and begged me to play with them. They threw me a rope, which was attached to the roof, and I held onto it while they climbed up. Two or three fell, broke their limbs, and were climbing again in minutes.

I stood there until some other teenage kids came up and talked to me. For some reason I felt that they were alive. So I followed them through the mall. They came to a room and went in. When I stepped in, I couldn't breathe.

There was no oxygen.

The door closed behind me. The room was white-tiled and the ceiling looked cushioned. Then one of the kids said to me, "You're not dead, are you?"

They all turned to me and held out weapons. One of them, this tall, very, very, very pale guy stepped towards me. He was dressed in black, completely black. No trace of other colors. And his face was so frighteningly thin. His hair was blond-brown, wavy.

He held out his weapon - an axe - and swung it towards me. The head of the axe buried into my throat -


And I woke up.

FUCK.

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Okay. Better stuff.

Went out to catch the latest Harry Potter yesterday with my family. I don't get why people say it sucked. I think it's pretty good, actually. Certainly not as bad as Order of the Phoenix.

Was wearing an Avenged Sevenfold shirt. Walked past this cute Chinese guy, who was ALSO wearing A7x. We were staring at each other. Hahaha.

Walked past him, stopped, looked back. To my surprise, he had stopped and was looking back at me too.

Damn, I wish I talked to him.

Bought a pair of shoes. Tried on three different pairs, and finally decided on this particular strappy pair. Wanted black, but they didn't have a size 3 for it in that color, only silver. So I bought it anyway.

And afterwards, we went out for dinner. When we were parking the car, I...

I'm so so sorry.