Weathering Goosebumps

The weather trend in Singapore is transgressing from bad to worse. As of late, it seems to have picked up the habit of throwing abrupt mood swings. Nursing sensitive skin and a nose, rashes and flu have all managed to permeate my immune system and break out all over me. The sad thing was even with my body heating up, my flu had completely defied temperature, unloading a chain reaction of profuse sneezing and a parched body. I did not want to aggravate the cold by cooling myself down, nor did I not want to deprive myself of a relaxing breeze. Therefore, I efficaciously concluded that it was time for an early afternoon nap, which was the only way to put my paradoxical condition on hold.

Speaking of which, converse to how I initially felt about the sofa in my living room, I found it somewhat hypnotically cosy and drifted right to dreamland ten minutes after I plopped onto it. 

My dream was quite, well, screwed up. It was all so uncannily vivid and coherently framed. Long story cut short, I'm just going to share a scene out of a nightmare, and one of the most famous/cliché formats of conventional horror clips.

I was desperately trying to escape from a hell-clad building. It was like being mockingly chased -- hunted by someone or something immeasurably beyond your match and yet, you had to outrun it,
whatever the cost and however futile you knew your attempt to be. In the dream, I knew I was done against the impending doom. I was crawling away, in the hopes of finding a getaway route of salvation. But the hope was wilting and fleeting with every second that seemed like they were ticking in slow motion. 

No, I do not think I was even hoping; I was just too scared to give up. Fear was creeping over me and had me in its petrifying gravity, but human nature told me to struggle for my life. Somehow, I slid my way to the elevator and pressed the button heading to the first floor. The door of the lift was transparent, so I could make out the vicinity.

Frighteningly enough, each descending level that I thought better guaranteed my safety, was clouded with a fog gloomier than the last. My heart was cringing at a corner when I had reached the ground floor. As I hesitantly peeked out into the eerie mist, I almost screamed out when I saw I was back on the same level! Flinging myself back into the lift, the digital imaging mechanism inside indicated it was level eight! Well, many things happened, including me gaining superhero powers, after which I woke up in cold sweat. I think the fever is literally getting to my head.