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i dreamt on saturday night, as well as on sunday night.
strange to me that i recall dreaming on two consecutive nights.
they weren't good dreams):

in the first, i skipped church and ran away to some place, leaving my mum to wait at home for me while my door was locked and the window closed.i returned to tell a desperately lie to my mum, but she knew what i did before i approached her, and i got what i deserved, huge bad ass scolding.
that's not the dream per se, but it's the essence.
it was so real because i woke to a sunday where the routine in my dream is similar to what i do every sunday.
sighs.

in the second, last night, i dreamt that i was downstairs, at the car park behind my block. there was a crowd present for reasons unknown.
i looked up to see my brother leaning out of the window stretching. he was in a white shirt.
in slow motion, and i mean it, it was s-l-o-w- -m-o-t-i-o-n, he took a tumble down, and the instant he was in the air, i ran to the area where he would fall, pushing the crowd away.
i was calm as i just sat beside him picking glass pieces off the deep pool of thin blood at/in/on his neck. he was barely alive, unmoving,
and then i woke up.

hello joe if you're reading this, sorry if you'll die such a horrible death. so please don't lean out of the window.
or at least don't wear a white shirt and lean out of the window, thanks.