If this is a bad omen please tell me

On Tuesday, I was travelling towards Khatib.
The pick-up truck right in front of our bus was probably speeding, and I saw a huge chunky metal structure fall off the back of it.
Our bus driver slammed on the brakes, but we still hit the metal structure.
Every passenger jerked forward, and the little boy diagonally in front of me hit his head bad on the handlebars in front of him.

A few nights ago, the flying ant thing got caught in the web at the corner of my bathroom (yes, that's how long I haven't cleaned it).
I saw the spider suffocate it, bite off it's head and the swallow the rest of it.

Then I dreamt that I failed my literature examination because I didn't know there were books that had to be read during the semester.
In that same dream, I travelled almost halfway around the world, picking up and leaving behind people at various destinations.
Speedboat across lakes SX and PZ.
Took a hot air balloon with SS.
Swam across seas with sharks, and sea turtles with Mr Handsome.
Diane and I rode a fluffy magic white cloud which could become anything you wanted it to be - we dug our hands into it and grabbed cotton candy and the food kept us more than entertained.

With various people, I experienced the folk music of the Malaysians, Vietnamese, Sri Lankan, Indians, Africans and French...
And vain me even managed to wear their traditional costumes *grin grin*

The next day I dreamt that there were terrorists in a place in this world close to my heart.
Diane and I were happily strolling down the Y river.
Somewhere near the artistic bridge with the blue lights, some middle aged dude came up to ask us to hold the bomb from exploding in our hands by pressing down the C# key on a 13-key keyboard and holding it there.
Like the Casio keyboards, the key lighted up when pressed (but that's besides the point).
Anyway he asked us, but didn't give us a choice, so we had to oblige (by sitting by the river and holding down C#).
It suddenly got more crowded.
We eventually conned him into holding it down for us for a moment, and while he wasn't looking, we managed to get lost in the crowd and disappeared.
The first time I looked back the dude was still sitting by the river holding down the button. The next time I looked back he was not there anymore!
We made a dash for it, and in the midst of the crowd, I saw Vick, who really is my manager at work, but in my dream was a policeman.
(For the record, he was wearing a super bright Hawaiian shirt...)
To cut the long story short, he gave us super complicated directions and we eventually managed to completely lose the dude with the bomb and get out of it into the safety of 'the high security apartment which needs 2 swipes of the card to enter'.

+ Flisha spoke @ 2:55 pm

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