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Sefin

This is a post about my dream.

One day, I wore a green-coloured T-shirt and a pair of shorts to school. Yes, a pair of shorts. I was freaked out and I rushed to the washroom. The washroom is enormous, unlike our school. It looks like those in the highway rest areas. This part is quite blurry.. I can't recall the details. I just remember that the washroom is unisex, and there were guys in there. Mind I repeat, it's in the school! The guys were flirting with the girls, yes, in the washroom. They were like 'wanna go out for a date?' Lololol.

And then I met this guy. I can't recall how and where did I meet him. I don't know how does he look like. All I can see was just a blurry image. (well maybe I saw him clearly in my dream but right now I can't recall his features at all.) He's rich, jerky (but I like it ha ha), funny and bad, like really really bad. We were pretty close and WE BROKE THE RULES TOGETHER! YAY! YOLO! p/s: I can feel that it's not our school. It's like an international school and the teachers are very strict over there.

I didn't know what had we done, I mean, we had probably done something really bad but I can't remember, and then the teachers were so mad at us. They were chasing after us! I bumped into that guy's car and he drove so fast like a car racer. (It was so exciting just like an action movie! I had never felt so crazy in my life. Wait.. is dreaming considered as part of your life?) For a moment I thought my parents would have killed me. Miles later we crashed into a building.

And I can't remember what happened next other than no injuries.

What I can recall is that hours later I was looking for my teacher to say sorry. And all I know is that the guy had already gone. I missed him lol. I have no idea what happened to him and where did he go. My teacher (another stranger) said that she knew my relationship with Sefin. I was like 'oh wait, so his name is Sefin?'

And then I woke up.

I wanted to ask more about him. It feels so special, unique and weird. His name, 'Sefin' stuck in my head for the whole day. I don't know why did I write this out but I just feel like sharing this dream with you who are reading this post.

It's just a crazy funny ridiculous dream after all.

Nice to meet you, Sefin.
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