penta what?

man. i had the weirdest of dreams. weirder because i could continue where i left off whenever i fell back to sleep.

so it went something like this:

Somehow i found myself back in school, victoria school to be exact. My art teacher (Mr Clifford Chua!) was busy fiddling around with a contraption of his. It had an oddlooking mirror mounted on a wall. At the flip of a switch, two faces emerged from the mirror in a sea of red. They were supposedly faces of hell. (i think it would be corny if i tried to remember what they said).

The next thing i knew, i was in a brightly lit room full of people. Expressionless and wearing hospital clothes, they started motioning towards me. Thats when i busted these matrix moves and whatnots. Highlight of the dream: i ran around the room but my feet never touched the ground. So i managed to get out alive somehow, only to meet another bunch of hell-people? Oh, thankfully they didnt have horns and they were all clad in white.

I woke up (in that dream), expecting myself to be dead.

"The PENTA has some use for you," said this lady wearing something similar to a white helmet.

"What the hell?"

that was probably the most appropriate thing to say at that time.