2:52 pm showed at my phone's watch. late for zuhur so i rushed to the bathroom. i have taken a nap from 11:00 am after an early morning class. 3 hours and 52 minutes of napped didnt even felt like a nap, more to a series of hibernation. people said that if your nap or short sleep feels like a long sleep, you are actually having a good sleep.
indeed it was a good sleep. an awesome nap for exact. it was quite a long time since i havent dream anything nice or bizarre. i dreamt of riding a --- i dont even know what was it. some sort of fighter jet but without a window and without me wearing goggles. it move so fast in comfortable state. hence, when the windowless fighter jet twisting and spinning and doing some tricks, it felt so oh mak freaking real. breathtakingly real that i felt like my head was hanging out from the plane. i dont even felt my butt attached to the jet sit when it was flying vertically and horizontally, passing between buildings and bridges. the sky was all alice blue mixed up with pinkish purplish magenta. there were not much of cotton candy's form of clouds because i saw the colour of the sky much clear mingled with thinly clouds. have you ever felt a dream so real, when you woke up you felt guilty for yourself ?
and then came the next bizarre part. after i took an awesome ride of fighter jet and landed somewhere on top of a tall building, i was searching for an elevator to come down. but before that happen, i went to the toilet and i met Adam Sandler. what a random shit, i know. while i passed him, my right hand was grasping a some kind of empty plastic bottle (which i dont even knew where it suddenly come from). it made quite a loud noise. i was at an echo-ey hall where every little sounds like footsteps or noserubbings sounds like a big fat giant noise. Adam Sandler found it pretty distracting. he turned around and half-screamed, hey hey hey! quite in a funny way.
what happened next, from the situation of Adam Sandler, i suddenly jumped into another situation. i was in the some kind of a huge ancient egyptian temple. my clothes was shraded like ive been into a massive fight or a war just a second before. my face and hands was all dirty and dusty. something told me like an instinct, that i have to run across the temple and get to the big door at front. i ran and ran and ran with a dramatic-fighting-music-background at behind. i ran and i screamed at the same time and then bunch of mummies popped out every second in front of me while i was running. i expected that. i swang the stick in my right hand well-organizedly and striked every single mummies, they turned into dust. i finally came out from the big door. i turned around and found out that the big temple was actually a national museum. out of the blue, a bearded fat punjabi guard came out from the big door asking me in a very thick punjab accent, what the hell did ive done that everything inside the museum was ruined up.
done writing, off to bazaar.
