It's been a long time since I actually had a nightmare.
No wait, scratch that, it can't be nightmare cuz I wasn't even scared. It was a bad + tiring dream.
Decided to record it down since it happens only once in a blue moon.

Weird Dream:
The dream begins with me in an unknown large room (such a cliche). I'm looking around and noticed that I'm in this room with about 5 girls. They had panic-stricken faces and I felt extremely blur wondering what it was all about.

All of a sudden the scene changes to an abandoned factory. Loads of people started charging towards us with KNIVES and Parangs (wth? Why of all things parangs?). They probably wanted to inflict alot of pain upon us before our demise. In mind I was thinking "oh damn, that's sickening".
Me and the girls dashed into a room and proceeded to lock ourselves in it. Obviously in a matter of seconds we would be dead if we didn't escape from the room. The people outside were banging on the door, I could see tips of the knives going through and it sent chills down my spine. I din't want any of THAT touching me. I told myself, "There's no way I would die like that,"
It was then I spotted windows.
The windows I saw were similar windows to those in our high school where there's glass panes.
In desperation to save my life and the lives of those other people with me, I started removing the glass panes one by one. I could see blood trickling down my hands but I couldn't feel the pain because it was either to die there under the knives of those people, or to bear with a few cuts which could save our lives. "Make more noises. We can't let them hear us removing the glass panes" I told the girls. And they proceeded with screeches of terror.

I don't know how I did it but in a flash I got all the panes out and started to ask the girls to jump out.
"Hurry!!" I said.. while looking at the door which was almost coming down. Parts of the door had holes from the knife edges and I could see parts of the faces of those "murderers".
I could hear the voices of those murderers cursing us, saying that they would kill us and that they would get us no matter what.
When I leaped out of the room (the last person), the door broke open and they charged in.

Me and the other girls ran for our lives.
Each of us went to a different direction while we were trying to run from these predators.
All the while I was thinking, "why do they want to kill us??"

While I was running, everytime I turned back, there's an army of them, chasing me.
But I wasn't afraid.
I ran 'till I couldn't run anymore and I ended up in a very dark place. I can't remember how it looked like.
The moment I stopped running, I knew I would be dead. (because there are loads of them and only one of me)
The weird thing is, when I turned the last time, they were all gone..and from a distant corner I could only see the figure of a person. As he approached, I noticed that he didn't look like any of the people who were after me before this.
This one person.... looked alot more psychotic, alot scarier and he has a distorted face of a mad-man.

The closer he got, the scarrier he looked. He was giving a smile of victory.
"Finally..you gave up" he said.
I was tired but I definitely did not give up on my life.

He held up a large metal spear and he aimed it at my heart.

(gets weirder.LOL)
Then..somehow a sword appeared in my hand.
I was so frustrated and annoyed with his annoying smile I did not hesitate to cut off his head. Not only that, I dug out his brain.
The funny thing is, he could still talk.
"Please" he said. "Please put me back together."
It was then I knew I had magical powers too (WaH.).
Knowing that I had extreme supremacy over him, I said "No. Not for all that you've done (I knew that he has killed many in the past). You're not worth it. Just DIE ALREADY!!!!".

and that's how it ended. It's like so action packed but lame at the same time. wadda.

My own reaction to the dream:

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Yesterday, Yen was asking me "Regina, why you look so tired???"

I was running the whole night in my dreams. It wasn't scary but it was certainly very tiring.

Why is it that when we're dreaming about running and stuff, when we wake up we'd be REALLY tired??? Is it a psychological thing? Gosh.