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I had a strange and intriguing dream about a woman and her family.
The dream began from a distance, as if I were an audience member watching a film. There was a woman- her long, straight black hair and white nightdress swaying faintly in the soft breeze. Everything was calm and quiet, the streets lowly lit with only a few street lamps on.
She stepped onto the street outside her house — high above the ground, with a continuous railing protecting the edge, giving a perfect view of the skyline. Behind her, was her home, with the door slid open, as if she just came walking out of it. The woman stopped and was staring into the distance (behind me - as in my camera's POV).
And then, the perspective shifted. Suddenly, I wasn't just watching her, I became her- i was inside her body. I felt her amazement, her awe, as if I was her. That was when I realized what had captured her attention. Across the water, there was a breathtaking scene. It was a view of Marina Bay Sands against the skyline. Fireworks erupted in the sky above it, dazzling, vibrant, and strangely quiet despite it being quite near. Some bursts were partially obstructed by the MBS towers, but the view was still strikingly beautiful.
The view then panned back to me watching her from the front, with the glowing fireworks now exploding behind me.
That was when a man appeared. He's slightly hunched, wearing baggy jeans and a loose hoodie with the cap on, his face clearly hidden. His presence was unsettling, like he was looking for trouble. He walked past her in the dimly lit street. The woman noticed him instantly as she was now not alone. She rushed back inside and shut the sliding door just in time.
That man was a threat.
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But the view was too beautiful to resist, it was as if it was entrancing her. After awhile, when the man was nowhere to be found and it looked safe, the woman slid the door open once more to gaze at the skyline. However, the darkness made it impossible to know whether the man had truly left.
And this time, he returned. And he got inside.
The woman ran back into her house - a clear mistake. The alarms immediately sounded loudly, echoing through the halls. The house from the outside, looked plain, ordinary, narrow, and nothing spectacular. The true scale of the house was now revealed: vast, extravagant, two levels high with luxurious furniture, paintings, decor, and a spacious layout that only the wealthy could afford.
With the alarms ringing, her family arrived home quickly, though I wasn't sure how or where they've been. They moved with almost a mechanical urgency, rushing to hide their valuables within minutes. It was as if they've rehearsed this before, as there was rush and urgency, but no panic or screams.
The woman's mother appeared - elegant, strict and dignified. She stood with her back straight, her head held high, like she was someone important, of high-class and etiquette. Her knee-length velvet purple dress was accented with fur, the kind of detail that radiates wealth. She warned the woman to leave. But the woman was stubborn and refused to listen. She lingered in the bedroom, still hiding her expensive shoes. The alarm eventually stopped and the rest of the family had already evacuated. The woman was the only one who remained in the house. The intruder returned. (Where he had gone during the chaos, I couldn't tell or make sense of it.) But now he came for her directly. He overpowered her easily as she was slender and fragile compared to his force. He dragged her away and she screamed, but no one was left to hear her calls for help. When the family eventually returned with the police, they found her dead in the bathtub. They were upset, but not surprised. It was as if they had already known what would happen if she stayed since they warned her beforehand to leave by the end of the alarm.
The dream ended here and there was no further conclusion.
