I woke up with tons of tears streaming down my cheeks and I can felt the sadness within oneself. I am totally confused whether which is the reality, the dream or now that I woke up?

Awoke, I told myself to recall the last few words that the boy conveyed to me. I could only remember the gist of it.

I felt like I was watching a sad drama in my subconscious mind YET the feeling and the sadness was real. I really felt myself tearing apart when the visuals in my mind flashes across with audio accompanying from my brains. (I dunno how this works, but it proves that the brain works wonders).

Bits and pieces in my mind.

I was not watching but more like acting in the subconscious drama.

I was in a hospital?! I not sure but it is definitely not the normal hospital that we actually would see in Singapore, not advanced, more of nature settings. An old hospital or clinic, I dunno?! But it definitely doesn't comes from real life.

I was standing or seating?! Doesn't matter.

There was this boy(I dunno the boy in real life, but inside the dream, he seems to me that he is someone close to me most probably a family member) in front of me, he was sick, very sick. YET his symptoms are quite weird. His sickness symptoms somewhat resembles a "flower"? He needs this special kind of medicine?! Liquid form of some miracle water? This liquid form of miracle water is required to spray on his lips and I was holding the bottle, desperately trying to save him and save the liquid. The liquid of miracle water is important to him, because it is this liquid that makes him conscious..... He can only survive when water is spray on his lips and it must be this liquid of miracle water. There was limited supply of this miracle water, I was desperate to save him, there was this nurse standing not far away, I called for her to get me a container of pure water (hoping there are ways to prolong his life, since water is the crucial item. I can visualize the bottle of leftover miracle water (a bit yellowish yet transparent). I was trying very hard and was sobbing hard as well. I could visualize his lips turning dull and with cracks just like a flower which withers. Yet whenever i spray this miracle water, his lips would become rosy and damp again.

The boy was conscious, he knew he was about to die soon?!

While visualizing the leftover miracle water getting lesser and lesser, I got even more panicked.

There was this voice from myself: You can't go let this, You promised me that you would still play basketball with me, you promised to score well in examination and become someone who is successful, you can't go without doing all this.

Then he replied something (rmb only a few bits): I am sure you can help me fulfill my dreams......(can't recall).....but i can feel the heart wrenching.

Then I said: I tried, I tried, I can't. I cannot, I couldn't.

Then he replied: How you know you can't when you haven't tried till the end. Look at me, I persevere till the end, even though I know the medicine is going to be used up and I am going soon yet I still hold on.

I cried, cried, cried waking up from this dream. I seriously cried very hard that my eyes are quite swollen.

This is not the first time, I got these kind of dreams that are IMPOSSIBLE to occur in real life. Now thinking of it, some of this background settings are similar?! I was wondering whether those are flashbacks from my previous lives?

Other dreams: (I told Constance this before)

1) It was a war setting. I was running for my life. Everybody around me (in my dreams) were. There were bombings and fires everywhere, you could see enemy soldiers torturing fellow mates but you couldn't do anything except to RUN FOR LIFE. While running I think I saw constance running in another direction.

I came to this town, it seems like I had been running for a long time. (In my dreams), I must have got across the boundaries. At the other side, it was a peaceful and bustle market, yet I have to keep low profile for fear that I may be noticed by (I dunno)? I seem to have relatives there across the boundaries. For sure, it cannot be an asian society. The architecture resembles more of persian or western (I dunno?) Anyway I came to this white mansion. I could feel a sense of comfort and security. I knock on the white door and stealthy looking around, hoping not to get caught. My aunt (in my dreams) says that my cousin has escaped here as well. I was lead to this room on the upper floor which has a big window yet from the outside of the house, you wouldn't know there is a room over there, from the inside, you know exactly what is happening outside. Someone knock the door, there was a couple of soldiers holding rifles, and asking for people from my aunt, searching the place, there were a few more people including my"cousin" (whom i didn't even now in this reality world) in the "secret room". In the end, the soldiers left and I woke up.

2) I dreamt of my paternal grandfather, who already passed away many years ago. I was sitting in a dining room and he offered me to eat fish. This never happen before but it must be real.

My mum told me when I was young, my grandfather would always buy fish for us grandchildren.

3) In similar settings as the latest dream, I was in a classroom, an old classroom, I was a teacher. All students were present except a table at the last row with a vase of flower.

Next was a scene at the classroom corridor which a student (my student) was killed and blood was oozing out, he was stabbed. I called and screamed for help, yet nobody was there. Screamed and woke up. This dream was right before I got my A-level results.