It was night. Ben and I were at macs, sitting at a two seater. I was facing the open area outside that particular macs we were at. I don't think there exists one like that in Singapore. Then I started seeing something strange. Houses were floating in the air, attached by strings which were visible. Like to hot air balloons, but without the balloons. I couldn't see the source. It may have been hidden in the clouds. These houses were being carried closer and closer to us.
Then, they began to drop them.
Whoever it was started releasing the hold of those strings and letting the houses fall onto us below. They were crashing down and crushing people.
Then i realised this was a real war - an actual attack. And in my mind I knew it was an attack by aliens.
Everyone was screaming n panicking. Chaos everywhere. Then the house throwing stopped.
Then i saw it. The flaming ball being dropped. A sphere flickering in all its scarlet wrath. It was some distance away and i had no idea what the effect would be. It was like being in a movie except it was real. i plugged my ears really hard and closed my eyes.... For a long moment, I felt nothing. It seemed the bomb's effect didnt reach us. We thought it was over. People started getting up, looking around.
Then the next attack came. Sonic waves (what the..??!!). Huge ripples of sonic waves pulsed across the field headed directly at us. I shut my ears again and when it passed through me, I felt it. It pulled on my heart a little, and pushed through my body like a possession by a spirit.
Then I looked up and saw the houses around us getting lifted up. They were now carrying houses from this area, to be dropped on other places. Of course everyone freaked out again and started to lie down on the ground, hands over their heads. It was as if everyone knew they wouldn't take houses that had people standing up in. I have no idea how that was planted in my head.
Somehow I knew they still wanted useful people, so we tried to show them we would be useful, me by outrunning the sonic waves and ben by being some sort of bookkeeper. That was what the ad had said. Book keepers and Special Talents wanted. What's with this crazy dream??
Throughout the dream it was still night outside, and the macs we were at was lit by its usual bright lights. And the walls were the usual bright orange.
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