Of weirdness and coincidences, vs what God is trying to tell me

I don't usually have dreams, no sirree. At least not ones that I remember even after waking up.

Sunday night dream.

I was jogging the day before exams, at 630 pm, in my neighbouring taman when 2 guys on a motorcycle attacked me from behind. I hit my head n the skin on my arms were peeled off from all the fighting when they tried to drag me into the bushes. Some other jogger came n scared them away. I woke up.

Monday night dream

I was on my way to campus for the exams. Saw an accident happen, horror of all horrors, it was my friend. I helped talk n keep my friend awake until the bomba could get him out. Very bloody. Rushed to hospital. Called my prof up n told him I'd be late for my paper. Called friend's parents, waited for them. Late for paper.

Tuesday morning dream, the nap I had before it's time to wake up for exams.

I was in a hse in front of KLCC. KLCC was crashing (like the Highland tower tragedy craching). I KNEW it was happening, but everything happened in super slow motion, as you waited, KNOWING something bad was happening, but not being able to do anything about it, but just.. WAIT it out. The awful terror of knowing something bad was happening and that I was going to probably die (KLCC falls on you, I'm pretty sure you die. Not being a pessimist at all) I woke up before the super slow falling KLCC hit me.

SO. What happened, you ask?

Well. I didn't go jogging on monday, for one. No need to tempt fate.

Tuesday morning I do some last minute studying. Leave to campus for exams at 1345. Drive shaft (The thing that connects n holds your tires together) broke while I was driving. Lost control of car, and the slow motion thingy comes to play. You KNOW something bad is happening. You KNOW your safety is no longer something you can control, but dependant on the skills and alertness of other drivers. You concentrate on not hitting anything while getting your car to the side.

So it was ME in a near miss, with my friend helping ME instead of the other way round. Called prof said I'd be late, and then waited for a towtruck. True to the dream's opposite happening, there was no blood. My car was ok too. And it turns out I wasn't late for my paper cus the prof came even later.

Meanwhile I was at exams, my hsemate decides to walk out to buy food. On the way back, ONE guy in a CAR waited for her by the pedestrian bridge, followed by her while she walked. At the intersection into our taman, he pulls up in FRONT of her and starts harassing her, insisting she write her number down. She fights (verbally) back, but he still lurks in the area, watching her walk. She goes to Uncle Teng, an uncle she says hi to when she walks to the main road.

The only thing that was true from the dreams were the core concepts : Horror of impending troubles, Calling prof cus I was gonna be late, and the assault/ harrasment. Everything else was an interesting twist.

I'm glad that there was no blood involved, both in my case and my hsemate's case. And I'm trying not to read too much into what God is trying to tell me. Last nite was a peaceful dreamless sleep. I feel better, and although I still feel a twinge of apprehensiveness while driving (paranoid it'll happen again) I'm sure it'll get better over the week.

Thinking about the what-couldve-beens are scary tho.

Soon. Sooooooooonnn. A lil while to go.