This morning I dreamt that I rescued two baby rabbits and kept them as pets. One brown and one grey. They begged me so hard to let them go run around in the grass outside the house so I let them. The air outside was cool and fresh because of the surrounding forests.
Suddenly I realised people were chopping the trees down and there was a commotion as people were told to move out of their houses. Panicking, I looked around for my baby rabbits but they were nowhere to be found.
I came to one of the houses where the residents were being asked to move out. To my surprise, the men doing this were a young looking version of Goh Chok Tong, Lee Kuan Yew and some indian dude who looked like an MP but I had no idea who he was.
I was so mad that they were the ones who chopped down the trees and made our whole village feel hotter and hotter. Furthermore, why did we have to move out when life in the forested village was peaceful and nice?
In my anger and frustration for not finding the baby rabbits, I woke up.
