I had a very bad nightmare and just woke up to write this. Never dream about Lee Kuan Yew before this. He was banging his coffin aloud, and a Gypsy Ah Guas let him out. He was so worried and panic. He said Singapore won an ill-fated Olympic Gold, and this should not had happened. Gypsy replied, yah but so what? It already too late , and already happened and could no longer be prevented.
Gypsy said something about stars and sun and numbers, I couldn't understand nor remember. Lee Kuan Yew got even more panicked.
Gypsy Ah Guas said she could do some estimations. Lee Kuan Yew offered stack of cash. Gypsy took out a set of Tarot cards. They used the coffin as table and proceeded with fortune telling businesses, which I also failed to understand.
They talked about WARS and EPIDEMICS in SGP, and various Death Tolls. Horrifying numbers were all 5 digits, made Lee Kuan Yew sweated and paled.
I got so frightened I worked up from this nightmare. Fuck!
Gypsy said something about stars and sun and numbers, I couldn't understand nor remember. Lee Kuan Yew got even more panicked.
Gypsy Ah Guas said she could do some estimations. Lee Kuan Yew offered stack of cash. Gypsy took out a set of Tarot cards. They used the coffin as table and proceeded with fortune telling businesses, which I also failed to understand.
They talked about WARS and EPIDEMICS in SGP, and various Death Tolls. Horrifying numbers were all 5 digits, made Lee Kuan Yew sweated and paled.
I got so frightened I worked up from this nightmare. Fuck!