i hate my dream last night.
hate having to wake up with a pounding heart.
i heard the heart racing so fast in the dream and out of dream.
the context was real.
i saw real people.
i saw people i know and am close to.
a lot of screaming going on to usher them through the door hurriedly.
the frantic attempt to lock the door before the mad woman come to take him away.
to avoid him like a plague just cause he hurts me.
and when i woke up it was wayy past the ideal time. mad rush for work.