Who cares, that at the age of Eighteen Nineteen

i still insist on sleeping together with my parents whenever im back for my semester break.

But that's not what i want to talk about.

I once read an article, about dreams.

i didn't put much thought into it before tho, till last night.

There i was just sitting on the bed with the lights off,

asking both my parents what to be done, if, lets just say,

*touch wood* someone decides to break into our home one night *touch many many woods*.

So the four of us went on-and-on about all the safety precautions and discussing where all the emergency keys are kept.

Then my sis was told me about the six robbers who broke into someone's house and killed the family members.

Last night, i dreamt that six students were hired assasinate us

and they broke into our home armed with kitchen knives.

I practically screamed ,

and woke up only to realise that its all in a dream.

I laughed to myself and prayed that the rest of them were soundly asleep and did not hear me.

This morning, i woke up to find my dad, mum and sis asking each other why i screamed last night

and there they were laughing their heads off.

And my mum spent the morning explaining to me where all the emergency keys are kept, all-over-again.

Boy, it was so embarassing.

Anyway, grandma's 76th birthday celebration last night

dinner was awesome. =]