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MohammadHanif
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pulmonary artery
Sunday, June 18, 2006
last night's dream was a cool yet a freaky one. what i dreamt was, it was my first day in poly. so i walked in the campus and passed by a group of netball girls all lined up taking fotos. then there was my grandfather. he was holding a bottle of whatever fluid it is with a needle. i forgot why the injection was important. then i asked him if theres a less painful area where he can inject me instead. he said no. the fluid must go in the pulmonary sumthing sumthing. cant remember. then know what, he poked that thing in my ear. as in the flesh in my ear lah, not into the hole. then he injected it. so then the next scene was me outside the campus with my little brother. a human one, mind you. i was playing with him when azizah, walked pass. made eye contact, look2. its like weird ar. why'd i be looking at her. but, i've had weirder dreams. so aniwae later on i was thinking, as if the whole thing was really happening, how cool it was for my grandfather, my GRANDFATHER to give me an injection. hes like old, then hes a doctor. then i think again. wait, he used to work as a postman! then stuff are like jumbled up. then i recall that he usually give me medicine. be it fever, runny nose or sore throat, he seemed to know which is for which. after realising that, it was back to reality. woke up. my brother was knocking on the door loudly.

the whole thing felt quite real. its amazing that i can still remember how the netball girls looked like in the dream when it never actually happen. a memory that never was.
Type-d by; m.hanif


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