Had a weird dream last night.
First i dreamt about cutting my hair. I cut it real short til it can't be tie up anymore.
Then I dreamt about my death. I saw me lying flat on the hospital bed, no more pulse, no more heartbeat. But my 2 senses were still alive, the touch and hearing senses.
I hear the medical staffs talking about my death, and I feel them taking the wires off my body.
Then they injected something into my body, especially in the brain.
It was so painful, I was in pain although I'm already dead.
Then I woke up, still feeling the pain.. 
Dare to dream. Dare to have a dream. Dare to fight for your dream. The question is.. Am I running to my dream or I'm just getting much further from it ?
If it's true that this is the dream that I am dreaming all these while, why am I not feeling happy ? Why do I always feel like giving up ?
I'm in a terrifying world. Full of sickness, diseases, tiredness. Full of people I never knew.
I hear them cry, screaming for help, screaming for attention..
I see them gasping for air, dying.
I see them suffering, unable to rest and their mouth keep mumbling words I can't understand..
I tried to help them, but I'm getting tired and I can't seem to even stand on my feet.
I'm scared.
I wanna go home.
To sleep by 'Ma side.
To listen to 'Pa heartwarming advices.
To play with naughty Ray.
To share stories, sad and happy, with Cytta.
To have mouth fight with the other sisters and brother.
To listen to Abang singing.
To cook some meal for the whole family.
To eat together.
To watch tv, korean drama together.
And just share stories, jokes and listen to what each other needs to speak about.
Can you feel how bad I'm missing home ?
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