In last night's #dream, Rachel just returned home and for some reason I told her that I needed a weapon. She promptly started reaching into various vases, containers and boxes around the house and before long she'd gathered all the parts that make up an M16. She proceeded to assemble the weapon and handed it to me, no questions asked.
This was when I transitioned walking out of this "home" into the corridor on the top floor of the technical block where my secondary school used to be. I was back inside my alma mater secondary school, yet again.
A large group of my sec 4 classmates were there. It started with me on the fourth floor of the technical block. My attire was barely fitting for our uniform in blue.
Everyone made our way down to the carpark and assembled by our classes. We were here to get our results.
"Didn't we leave years ago?" I queried Johnny. He didn't answer.
"This is for the *final* results", Weera chipped in.
By then, I realised I was not in reality, and decided to let go trying to get a grip on what's happening. Clearly, I was out of my mind at that moment.
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