I woke up from a dream on sunday night at 12.30am.
The first scene, there was a painter in the middle of this European church.
The painter was able to paint because it was a gift given to him.
In a split second, I traveled through time and through places.
The second scene, I was at Cineleisure. I watched someone plunged to death.
Then I asked, why couldn't this person be saved.
The reason was simple, if there were 2 people holding on to each of his arm, they could try to pull him up.
And he dangled from the balcony of 3rd floor/4th floor. At that very moment, I entered into his conscience/train of thoughts. I could literally hear what he was thinking and feel what he was feeling.
The moment he hit the basement, he stood up, walked for a bit, before his body was gone.
But he's still walking around the basement as though he didn't die.
This was the part I woke up because I freaked out.
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