In my unceremonious sleep, I dreamt. And in my dream, I dreamt of Hitler. Why Hitler? No idea. It was like a movie. There was this place where people were kept, and their traces hidden from public. I was personally in it, in a room with Hitler himself and his cronies who were in the middle of plotting something. There was a woman, and her 3 children. My job was to make sure they went to sleep or not to stir up crying or we were done for. In that dream I was trembling with fear, knowing that if I made a wrong move, I would be dead for sure. I was treading on dangerous waters. My death was just a cry away.
I know it sounds absurd. But it woke me up. And I don't want that dream again. Bad thing is, my headache's still there and my eyes are as swollen as ever.
*tula sape soh tido tak baca doa*
Crap.
And doing things out of frustration will never help, dude. It'll just make things worse.
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