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=__**Dreams**__=

Dreams are all around us, they float in the air. At night, they escort us, to their world of happiness and fear.

Bouncing around in the fluffy clouds, Lying on a stretch of grass. Zipping down a roller coaster, the dreams they bring us to.

Suddenly, our visions blur, and out of nowhere, a devil's land. Falling down in mid-air, the hideous monsters rule our dreams.

Before long, the dreaded alarm clock beeps, and before we knew, we were, lying down right on a hard bed, pondering over our dreams.

=__Lost in the desert__= As I trudged through the sand, sweat trickling down my face, the yearning of water grows, and the more we yearn for comfort.

Visions of a oasis float before me, excited, I walked towards it. Before long, I was standing, not in an oasis, but more sand.

=__**Before the exams**__= As I sat on my chair, facing a desk, before me, was a colossal pile of worksheets for the exams! Some in files, some dangling from the stack, some flying all about the place, others pinned down, some of English, some of Chinese, some of Maths, and some of Science, some of Social Studies, and the rest were just notes.

Time passes quickly, and the pile dwindles slowly, as the yearning of sleep grows, so does the stress, before I knew it, I tried to play for a while, yet the thought of exams haunts you, and traps you on your seat, facing a pile that looked even larger than before, the remorse grows quickly, the stress grows quickly, yet one thing that never decreased quickly was the pile of worksheets.

Before long you slip into unconsciousness, and the next time you came back into consciousness, it was already dawn, and the two big problems not solved: There's still the filing, and not fully prepared for the exams. Oh well, just leave the worksheets as they are, and go for the exams tired and unconfident!

=__In the midst of war__= Climbing out of a rubble, a gash on my forehead I'm lucky to be alive right now. Standing on the watch tower a few minutes ago, looking at the sorry state of the city. The trees and bushes were all gone, the now "common" housing being in camps, our city skyline being a few collapsed buildings, all causing a mountain of rubble.

Looking up at the sky, a murky dark gray, no patch of blue sky or sunlight in sight. It was as if the city was cursed to be doomed, having to fear practically all the time.

The familiar sounds of the city, the cars, the buses, all gone. The only sound we hear, are the wailing of ambulances, and bombs whizzing through the air. We live in constant fear all the time, knowing that a bomb could strike us soon.

We used to dine in fine restaurants, now we have only a moldy piece of bread. What used to be the clean water from the mountains, were now only contaminated water from the sewers. Walking through the city, the feeling of Death approaching, corpses lay all around the city.

Not only we bleed physically, we bleed financially. All our major banks have all collapsed, our savings all lost, no money for after the war, yet our government spends our little revenue left, invading other countries!

Nobody had asked for war, nobody asked for this sorry state, we were called up against our will, our young men dying against their will. (continued...)