10:12 AM
"I had a dream, a song to sing..."
I had a dream, but it wasn't a pleasant one. In fact, it was quiet messed up. In my dream, I was back into my childish secondary school days. I saw my buddy looking sad, so I asked her "What's up?" She told me "xxx is going to die." I thought she was kidding. The next moment, I was on top of a high building. Looking down, I saw the road below. It was very high; it reminded me of looking down from the 12th floor when I was a kid.
And suddenly, I heard the news that xxx had died. Committed suicide. I wasn't particularly close to her, but I started crying. Then I woke up. Afraid. I couldn't get back to sleep. I stayed awake for the next not-sure-how-long before drifting slowly back to sleep again.
Conclusion: My dreamcatcher sucks.