I was badly shaken on Monday.

Real bad.

The -Woke up in the middle of the night, couldn't sleep well - level of bad.

The following night, I had a very unusual dream.

The type of dream that you'd remember though you have long awaken.

I was walking in the dark, searching for familiarity.

Suddenly, I was at the food stalls of the neighbourhood I grew up in.

But there was no one I knew around.

Then, I saw the elderly professor whom I quite fond of at work.

She was preoccupied.

I began to tell her my troubles, desperate to pour out my grief to her.

She listened attentively, but she kept pulling my arm to walk with her.

I shook my head, "No, I'm too tired, listen..."

"I am listening, but you must walk while you tell me. Come on.."

I was exhausted both physically, emotionally and mentally.

But she wouldn't have any of that.

I had to walk.

That dream was days ago.

Yet, I strongly feel the message.

I'm glad my subconscious mind had work its way to make the better of me.