This feels like deja vu 'cos it felt like I'd dreamt of this before.
Well anyway it wasn't MY house. The place was rather huge. Car park space aplenty, there were like over 50+ guests, and they were all enjoying themselves out in the open grassy yard. The house itself seemed like a 2-storey detached building with a 2-3 car garage at the back as well as an auxiliary building. Basically means it's like a small house separately built for the housekeeper and the like.
The gist of it was that everyone was enjoying themselves in this party. It belongs to a friend of mine who invited everyone over. It was a bit like having your own ZoukOut but everyone knew everyone else or something. And then it rained all of a sudden. Everyone ran for cover and somehow for some reason, I had to go home. Seeing that my car was just outside the grassy area, I had to go in the opposite direction to get a bag of mine. So instead of rushing out straight for my car (I can only recall it to be a sedan, silver in colour, not sure of make/model) I headed behind the house, past the auxiliary building and garage and out through the main gate.
I grabbed my bag from goodness knows where and ran back in. As I ran back, there were police on patrol. Wanting to avoid misunderstanding and unnecessary trouble of being seen by the police as if I was loitering around here, I slipped back in the gate as it was closing shut.
This was when I recall that my friend has these 2 ferocious black dogs patrolling his backyard. They saw me and gave chase! I quickly jumped on to the roof of a row of cars parked in the open as they barked at me. I tried to jump over a few cars but there was one that had one car width apart so I couldn't really jump over that. The dogs tried getting on to the cars to get at me... then I woke up.
And mind you this is a Sunday and it's pretty early for me to be up!
