I was in a house in a HDB flat, the middle of three sisters. The dad was a Viking, and he was waking up in a rampage. The littlest sister and I immediately ran into the eldest sister's room and woke her up. We pushed aside the window grills to get onto the aircon unit outside, and from there make our way slowly across the platforms along the outer walls to safety. The eldest sister went first, and since I didn't want to leave the youngest sister behind I let her go in front of me. Out on the aircon unit, I had a magnificent view of the neighbourhood...from something like sixteen floors up. Fuck.

Above us were something like sunshades installed above the windows of some HDB blocks, and those I used as handholds as I inched my way along the platforms. The oldest sister was already ten seconds ahead of us, unseen around the corner. The littlest sister was very agile. Despite the fact that the platforms she stood on moved, she hopped across them with ease, not even needing to hold onto the handholds. As I stepped onto the same platforms they wobbled like jelly, and threatened to unbalance me, toppling me off and down sixteen floors below. I kept a vice-like grip on the handholds and tried not to look down.

The platforms came to an end where the next HDB unit jutted out, and to continue we had to somehow leap and simultaneously grab hold of a narrow platform continuing on the outside of the other unit. The little girl did so with ease, despite the fact that the platform was somehow made out of a precarious stack of books. No way in fucking hell was I doing the same. She tried to convince me how easy it was, and how I could do it, but I went NOPE.jpg and made my way back into the bedroom. In the bedroom was some guy, probably the brother, and he said that the dad was alright, reverted back from his Viking rampage. I went out into the living room and sorted out my wallet, which had two fifty-dollar notes and some smaller ones.

(Either in between this or before I dreamt I was waiting in line to use the ATM. Or rather, I wanted to use the ATM but the queue kept getting longer and longer while I waited at the side with my wallet on a table. My hair was pulled tightly back in some sort of hairstyle I couldn't see until later, when I looked in a mirror and saw that my head was close-shaven except for a stripe down the middle that ended in a ponytail at the back. My first thought was that it looked pretty cool, actually.)

I ended up in some sort of Maplestory game, with my avatar riding on something that looked like a dragon. I then realised that I had somehow teleported to a high-level area, and though I was safely on the upper platforms where no monsters could reach me I'd be stuck there unless I figured out how to get out. I hopped down, platform by platform, checking if there were monsters all the way down, but there were none, and I ended up in a town with shops and everything. I was in an environment that looked like the mountains of El Nath, the ones with the werewolves and all, grey rock and snow.

The 2D environment then turned into an isometric 3D game, where I moved my avatar around and dropped down platforms, and my avatar changed in appearance every time I moved through a different environment. When dropped in deep water I turned into an octopus, through grass I transformed into a fireball, etc. Finally I made my way to what looked like warehouses made of wooden logs, and there the isometric projection stopped and reverted back to real life.

It seemed like Sentosa, what with the beach cart shops and the atmosphere. I was there with Jaz and TG. We were at a narrow, straight sheltered area paved with gravel, and on either side of us was clear water. On our right the water was located in some sort of channel, with a tall stone wall on the opposite side and above it a sort of riverside walk, with a yellow building further back, kind of like those at Clarke Quay. Ahead of us were the cart shops in the process of opening, and some sold the usual beach accessories like flip flops and hats, and there were those selling medicinal herbal remedies, oddly enough.

Jaz and TG paused at a cart to look at some things, but I was distracted by the opening of a bigger shop in one of the warehouses selling a variety of things. They sold little dresses for toddlers, hair accessories, socks, CDs and DVDs, among other things. I spotted a rack of postcards and immediately went looking through them. I found a set of two Sir Stamford Raffles-themed postcards, with images of his letters and handwriting on the front. It was pretty awesome, but when I flipped them over to look for the price I found out that it cost $4.70 for two cards. Too expensive for my liking. I decided to look around the shop for a bit, and then my mum and my eldest sister joined me.