It was a scary dream. Not a nightmare, but in the dream my old-self resurfaced. The one that throws stuffs, destroy stuffs, screaming and shouting etc. In the dream I was fighting with all my siblings combined. Why? Just because one thing (Edit: It was Hohes C, an orange juice brand in Germany, funny thing about dream is that we always forget the details about it) that I couldn't find. And one thing led to another, and I wanted to take some stuffs in my badminton bag. Couldn't find, and I start smashing whatever I could see as well.
And my older brother said, "no one is going to give you what you're looking for if you continue with that attitude."
(Heck, I'm actually surprised that my brain still register his voice.)
It happened in my old house before we moved. I don't know why but that old house is rather memorable to me: seems like a lot of dreams happened there.
Mentally not feeling well. Even I myself is afraid of what monster I was in the dream.
The only question I ask now is: Why bringing this up at this time?
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