Just woke up in cold sweat from yet another strange dream. This time it's all about hens, chickens, chicks and eggs. How bloody bizarre. I was worried about my chicks not hatching in time or something, which come to think of it is kind of funny and absolutely didn't make any sense. Perhaps it's the mounting pressure of everything crushing me and pulling me in all different directions.
I have some bad feeling crappy feeling that awful things will happen when I'm abroad. Such as, collapsing in the middle of nowhere due to anxiety attack over a nasty phone call, and probably mugged, and then dragged and locked up in someone's basement and basically skinned alive or tortured to death. Saddest part, no one back home knows what ever happened to me or where I am. Not a body to be buried. All because of a nasty panic attack of some sort. Far-fetch. But, a possibility for one or two of those I mentioned to happen. After all, it's a pretty sick world out there. I just hope I don't get mugged, don't get kidnapped, or get locked up in some torture chamber.
As much as travelling is what I really love to do, I am most definitely aware of the dangers.
Hope for starters, I don't collapse in the middle of nowhere.
Or perhaps, if someone is planning my murder, my collapse in the middle of nowhere probably has been perfectly orchestrated since eons ago and there's no escape of it.
"Are you, the one who is reading this, trying to kill me?"
The opening of a psycho-killer-flick...
Gastic flu is making me feel nausea. World is pretty much spinning out of control.
Time to bring my wary head back to bed.
