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Takut Untuk Tidur (?)

Ok, sekarang nie even aku sendiri rasa yang diri aku nie somehow creepy. Ok, petang tadi aku adalah terbuat sorang kawan (ye ke kawan? haha) aku nie marah. Then bila malam menjelang, aku tido jer la macam biasa, macam seorang student yang sedang bercuti tido. Pastu ntah macam mana, aku dapat mimpi banyak kali. Bayangkan ada sepuluh episod cerita, semua pendek2, dan episod 1 ada kaitan ngan episod 2 in some way, episod 2 ada kaitan ngan episod 3, tapi episod 1 takde kaitan ngan episod 3. Macam tu la untuk sepanjang mimpi (ok nie bukan first time pun, tapi kelakar gak aa sebab ingat semua).

Yang penting sekali ialah part last. Somehow, aku kena tangkap, then kena campak dalam aquarium besar penuh ngan air (tahap untuk display seekor walrus) and aku jadi bahan display. Dah la aquarium tu takde tempat nak naik untuk lepak or even nak bernafas. Pastu bila aku bangun, aku terus call kawan aku tu, minta maaf kat dia, sebab aku dah fikir yang aku akan terperangkap selama2nya dalam aquarium tu (well kalau ikut logiknya a few minutes pastu aku dah patut mati lemas, tapi ikut jer la flow mimpi tu).

Tapi yang bengongnya, aku call kawan aku tu banyak kali. Bila dia dah marah baru la aku macam tersedar. Ya Allah sumpah time tu aku mamai gila. Siot aa. Dah macam lupa mana mimpi n mana realiti (at least bukan mimpi dalam mimpi). Dan sekarang aku terasa besalah tak terhingga tahap nak kurung diri dalam aquarium sorang2. Ok takde la sampai macam tu, tapi serius rasa guilty gila :( Aku takde pun sampai nak buat orang marah macam tu... dah aa dengan cara yang macam takleh nak defend diri dengan alasan huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Tolong la ya Allah, aku harap sangat dia tak marah kat aku pasal benda nie :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

Sekarang aku takut dah nak sambung tido, buat jer la kot apa2 asalkan aku tak kacau dia lagi. but still.. :(

Edit: Terasa sangat lapar dan nak makan roti canai Dawood


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