I was in my room, house setting resembles that of my late granny's place at Balestier, which now stands Balestier Heights condominium, where the TV is housed within a wooden cabinet, and a small showcase where an antique gramaphone sits, and Davin, my ex storeman appeared out of nowhere, spotted my Vodka and opened it without my permission.

Upon me realising, I fumed up and gave him a good verbal dressing and demanded him to return me a fresh bottle tomorrow, and threw some expletives at him before opening my eyes...

It was a dream. My Vodka is safe.