I had a damn odd dream.
Yew Keong was holding a few of us as gun point in the studio.
And my daddy was a policeman.
He was upset that he had to do work, so he made the 5 or 6 of us all slaves to do his work.
And then there was this particular girl (not from our studio) who was complaining too much,
and makin too much unnecessary noise.
- unnecessarily DANGEROUS because he was bout to shoot 'er!
We managed to shut her up, and reason with him to calm down...
I was sitting next to him, COLOURING when he made me so mad - I just had enough.
So I stood up, scolded him back and he was about to shoot me.
"SHOOT LAH!! I scared ah!"
And he pointed the gun at my forehead.
"Stop being such a wuss." And I snatched the gun from his hands and held it away from him,
shuffled out of my seat and gave the gun to daddy.
Keong stood there, flabbergasted. He saw another gun, which I was earlier carrying (I havent the faintest clue why..) and he snatched it, pointing it at me.
"No bullets in there lah, its empty."
"Yeah, right!"
And he proceeded to check.
ONE BULLET LEFT - so Keong and I wrestled for the gun, to remove the one last bullet.
The bullet fell off into his breast pocket and I got hold of the gun - passed it to policeman dad like a good little girl.
And then we all went home because we weren't his hostages no more.
And then I woke up.
Huh. I really should get started on that 'Dream Book'.
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