Morning mind had been pretty sleepy as I boarded the comfortably-temperatured Bus 67 which brought me to work in a jiffy; not much congestion on the road; had been thinking about the dream, what it had been all about?

Setting was in a mall which appeared glamorous like that of Boys over Flowers, with a few people and the event appeared to be some dinner gala where I saw her; not much words exchanged except seeing myself going to a “basement” which looks like the long stairs of Castlevania, finished in gold lightings around the place and appearing at another location.

I had sprung up to commence the workout which was supposed to start at 5:30am – an hour lapse, so it was time for a time-compressed workout.