3.00 am

i was brought by a lady to a place, or a room, or some sort. we are going to talk about something. a movie script. she pointe d to a small space far inside the room and said let sit over there i might have many question to ask, while taking off her jacket. it was a corner with table and chairs (how many chair how many table?) with some warm light, table lamp. iot (it) wasnt a night mare until here. at least i still couldnt sense the fear, so i suspect it wasnt a night mare until, the story line changed, a old lady is coming out from a rear door somewhere, toilet that attached froom (to) the room. n somehow ithe (the) angle (changed), the camera was (now) from inside the otilet (pointing out from inside of the toilet), shooting at the solhoute (silhouette) of the old lady on the back light of (backing with)the warm light just now, come out from the dark toilet. the old lady said oh im sorry, she was sory for disturbing us, or she doesnt know there were people in the room, so she step back, why would somebody step back into the toilet? continue from the dark scene tht followed after the old lady shut the door, (the following scene akwardly shifted to) the director, i suspect it was me, was shut into a dark room. some how. somebody, the lady maybe, was trying to play a joke with him, she shut him into some black (dark) room. it was total black (dark). i suddenly realised i was shut inside a black (dark) room. there is not place to struggle. i was afraid. i remember seemingly i was with another person, the person shouted and shouted so loud let me out let me out. from here the character breaks into two. (but) it wasnt two person. its me who breaks out from the character just now, some sort of (something like) soul escaping from the body, i was floating somewhere, or be at somewhere, looking at my physical self shouting. and i try to calm down, with the big mass of fear inside myself. no point shouting, calm down calm down. i was looking at myself, trying to convince myself to calm down. and from here, i think, it shifted (turned)into a night mare , which is not uite (quite) worth talking about anymore. some sort of ghost chasing and killing, and the lady i was with in the begining was a monster, and the character i played (th director) was seduced with another freind of mine into the room, so tht she can kill us. but it was shwon (shown) from another persepctive as i explain earlier, third person view, as if watchin a movie, with your self inside, the me who are watching the movie, was trying to save the me who are oging (going) to be killed. erm no, i think the me who try to save, the me (whom) i thought only the viewer, have actually became part of the dream, playing another charater. and it goes with some very big eyes staring at your, somebody trying to kill the big eye monster. it wasnt the ladyy x but another lady y tht was actually not a monster but people tot she was (what is this?..ha), so trying to kill her. while the real monster x with (was?) with me and my friend inside the room. while the other me who knows everything was trying to save the lady y (and) to save myself. the last thing i could remember is i was jumping out from the balcony, and fly away, backwardly. there has been some time (since) i dreamt of flying. and i woke up.

miraculously, i could c the moon from inside my room while i peek thru the windowm talking to myself what a night mare.

p/s: it was written at the very moment i got up from sleep (i was blur, still in the dream), and i decided to post it in its most original state (with words added afterward in italic to make sense of the lines). no it was not written, it's more like a splash of thought, or of things i still remember, things i try to grab back. bear the loose structure and grammar mistake, it's an interesting process thou..