It was a disturbing night last night. Although it started off quite peacefully with all the tv programmes I love being watched earnestly by me, but the moment I closed my eyes to knock off for the night, it took an unexpected turn.

I woke up at 2.28am with my heart in my throat and screaming my lungs out with the recital of the verses of the Quran on my lips. The dream I had was terrible enough for me to squeeze up to my younger sister in hopes of getting some comfort.

It was night in my dream and I was chased by hell hounds. The dogs were large and scary enough to name them hell hounds. There were eight of them, all were as tall as a doberman, heavily muscled, red fiery eyes and their canine teeth were as long as two inches each. Some were dark brown while others were as black as the night.

And I was the unlucky human that looked deliciously appetizing to them.

It was bad enough they can run as fast as the best sprinter in the world. It became a living nightmare to be in their dinner platter and having no where to go. I’m not sure why, but I eventually managed to climb up a fruit tree, praying hard that the mongrels don’t know how to climb.

Bad… Three of the hell hounds could climb and apart from reciting the Quran verses at the top my lungs, I was screaming for help. Strangely, a weird looking apparation appeared, smiled at me after asking what I was doing in tree and made the hounds disappear.

That was when I woke up. After heading to the toilet to wash my face off the residue of the dream, I snuggled back in to sleep in hopes that such nightmare didn’t happen again.

It did and this time the stupid dogs were bad enough to nearly tear off my throat. I’m not sure why but I remembered a person naming the dogs. I can’t quite remember the first name since it was in a strange language I’ve never heard before but I do remember the last, it was Yusof.

Weird.. Very weird. This time after another bouts of running and trying to arson the damn dogs, I woke up to the sounds of my roof shaking. Yes, the rafter and roof were shaking. After picking up and binding back whatever was left of my courage, I took a look outside my window.

It was storming badly outside and the wind were making those small spiral techniques, somewhat giving the impression of a mini typhoon/ hurricane. No wonder my roof were shaking..That was at 3.30am

It was 4am in the morning when I finally managed to get some sleep. So much for trying to get a good rest for today’s hunt for my fiberglass machine and auto performance parts that I had wanted to research on.

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