Ever since I came to Sydney, I hardly dreamed.

I was in a room with my brother.

I remembered having my hairdryer switched on, probably I was drying my hair.

My brother was fiddling with some important paper and I recalled asking him to stop doing whatever he was doing immediately (I had a very uncomfortable feeling then).

A short circuit happened, and the papers started burning.

The horrible thing was that the burnt paper were forming words as they fell to the ground.

How scary was that.

The words were really clear (though I cannot remember what the first word was).

I think they were some scary words though, since I tried to wake myself up while they were still forming.

Learnt a new lesson.

Stop watching dramas for hours before sleep.