For once I go to bed early...Believe it or not I went to sleep a little after 9:00pm last night...

I just woke up in a cold sweat. My wifebeater is still a little damp. I don't remember the last time I had a bad dream. I woke up breathing so hard facing my bedroom wall, shivering because the back of my wifebeater was damp with sweat...I felt my face, reassuring myself that I was alive.

I was walking around some campus shopping at the student store. I was looking through the birthday cards and ribbons. I don't know whose birthday it was...but I was looking. I grew hungry and ventured off to eat the lunch that I packed since I was so low on cash. After I finished my lunch, I walked around campus and got lost a little bit. I eventually found my way to a hallway with a couple of elevators. From the looks of the building, it didn't seem to be very modern. I punched the elevator call button and waited patiently for it to arrive. I entered and noticed that there were 3 other Asian guys in the elevator. We started going up and they were talking to me. They were pretty annoying. I watched the number display go up.....21......22......23......24. The elevator car then started to rock slowly. "Oh it's okay, we'll be fine." one guy said. Then the numbers started ascending very rapidly, 97, 98, 99,100...I grabbed the bar at the back of the elevator. The numbers stopped. I held my breath as I heard the cables creaking. I clenched the bar harder and slid to the left corner of the elevator. I felt a bead of sweat running down my forehead. I heard the cables snap and I was curled in the corner as the car started to plummett down the shaft. I screamed and begged God to let me live. I peeked my eyes open to see the numbers decending faster and faster...as if it was a countdown to my impending death. After trying to deal with God, I finally accepted my fate and that's when the elevator hit the bottom of the shaft. A sharp, instant pain shot up my body...the next thing I know, I'm in the back seat of a car. "Oh shit...I think we're dead." one guy said. I sat wide-eyed thinking about what the world is like now that I'm gone. The first people I thought of was my brother and sister. "Oh my God, what will they think when they find out I'm gone?" Then, I thought of SDYM and my group..."I can't leave them."

A thousand thoughts a second...

That's when I woke up gasping for air...

I needed to blog it...I needed to organize my thoughts. I don't feel so scared now. I couldn't go back to sleep. I don't think I want to...