Journal no. 3

i managed to wake myself up from an awful dream at 6.20am and was incredibly relieved that it wasn't real.
might be have something to do with watching Once Upon A Time In America last week because the dream involved gangs and violence in Singapore, but honestly don't know how my brain conjured up this nightmare.

there was a part in the dream where i was fleeing a HDB flat after witnessing the double murder of 2 gang teenagers who had hacked each other to death, and noticed the unusual passageway at the common stairwell area.
it led to a gate seemingly guarded by a statue of a distressed horse, where the poor horse's chest had been ripped open and its insides gone.
beyond the gate was a outdoor walk-way hemmed in by thick Egyptian blue pillars.
the ominous and satanic aura emanating from the area beyond the pillars was amazing, made even more creepy because it was an old HDB building.

i made it down the stairs to the ground floor of the flat where the authorities had done beautification work in the housing estate - there were bronze wall panels of horses galloping, surrounding a small and simple fountain in the middle of the common passageway.
somehow, i realised the area i saw was the home of a demonic priest.
i looked with new eyes at the residents of the estate washing their hands in the fountain, and saw their facial expressions - they were like that of the horrific horse statue.