This got something to do with this entry I think. It follows almost the same concept and it's exactly one month since I posted that entry, what coincidence.
It started with me riding a kapchai (those old school scooter that my aunt use to ride) at some country road. The sky was grey as if it's gonna pour anytime soon accompanied by thunders every few minutes. Runned down huts made of thin corrugated iron and wood surrounds the area. Thousands of huge gloomy trees with its bark the size of lorry tires were grown along the poorly paved road, so many it felt like I was in a forest. The air was heavy, I was there for something important but my head is too groggy to think. I went deep into the rural area before realizing that I'm too tired to go on that long winding road.
I've decided to trace back, going back to the place I belong. As I turned around, the trees unrooted fell to the pavement blocking my path back as the wind blew stronger. It seems that I've gone too far, too deep to easily trace back now with the storm brewing up. Despite all the obstacle I have to face, I'll march as far as I can get with my old scooter. I got around some trees via some muddy dirt road as droplets of rain hit my glasses. Visibility is getting low, it's raining heavier and the storm became so fierce a lightning stroke just a few yards behind me as if the storm didn't want me to leave the place behind. I was left with no choice but to take refuge in some old school building nearby.
Dusts fly as I stepped into the forsaken building, it seems that the building were abandoned for sometime now. I doubt that the building will even stand if the merciless storm grew stronger. I tried to turn on the lights but to no avail, its either the electricity supply has been cut or the storm was causing a blackout. I made my way to a brighter place, a class room. There was a desk and a chair in the middle of the classroom. The desk looked hauntingly familliar as I go near it when suddenly I remembered. There was a malfunction with that clock (see this entry) I used to get here, I wasn't even suppose to exist at that time.
I must've hit my head sometime or somewhere for not remembering this. I quickly sat down on the chair next to the desk and attempting to really go back where I came from this time. The storm outside was getting stronger by the minute. The wind was so strong that it blew some parts of the roof off letting rain drops fell into the classroom. Still I'm there despterately trying to go home drenched with rain and my own sweat. I found out that there's a keyhole at the side of the desk. I recalled that the desk is locked and I'm supposed to insert a key that I don't have to go back.
I tried the drawer but it's just full of junk rather than the key I wanted. As I closed the drawer, two hauntingly figures of the past came to me.
And then... I woke up...
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