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continued...

night two
: i am 13. i am constantly going on trips and excursions. keep on returning home. keep on packing my bag. keep running. and running. in a fast food outlet that had a menu similar to a&w's and the place was mostly patronised by male homosexual couples.

then suddenly i am facing my asthma doctor.
he gives me a huge packet of synflex.

scene suddenly changes. i dip my fingers in paint.
fingerpainting the trees. :

night three
*damn nurses kept coming in every hour. and that totally ruined it. different dream every time. and of course, i cannot remember all.*
* in no chronological order *

: more meetings with classmates from 2nd year of high school. they are somehow involved with the postcard trade club. and i was supposed to help mail out some of their letters. then i was brought to uni to where the frat kids hang out. and i commented on how awful their stereo was and that they should get a new one.

tom (from tom and jerry) is best friends with sylvester (from sylvester and tweety).

singapore. across far east plaza. but the royal holiday inn looks totally different. all white and squarish. i am at the taxi stand. a long mercedes limousine arrives. it is 1/2 pink, 1/2 silver and nicole kidman gets down with a blonde baby girl. she smiles at the waiting crowd, poses for the camera, then disappears into a fancy restaurant.

next. i am crawling into a gap in the rocks...by the sea. with tom cruise. we are now in a cave. he is frantically looking through old carboard boxes. searching for past issues of TIME magazines that contained pictures of kidman. :

no, i was not the patient.
yes, i did see many strange things.

back to life.

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