A dream in which I visited my secondary school on purpose to relive some memories. And in a sense, manufacture those memories. Now that I think of it, many of the people I remember being there, I met only during poly. She definitely didn't study science with me. And she most certainly never knew me before poly. What are they doing in my dream?

Oh well, nice to be able to storm into class and make a ruckus, knowing nothing really bad will happen. And just as I wake up from my dream, the alternate reality slowly becomes imagination, and then realisation that those imaginations, in dream state, are slurred and I therefore have more time to process the tiny details that make the imaginations more real.

Blur sotong you

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