(Contributor's note: This is not a form of gay literature)
How would you react if you dreamt that an accident will happen to a friend of yours, and it actually happened?
It happened to me. Read on boys and girls.
One night when I was still a little Grade-5 toddler, I dreamt about my uncircumcised friend, Pierre that he was going to Shangri-la mall along Shaw Boulevard with his family. Pierre was pushing the steel bar attached to the frame of the glass door in the entrance when the entire door fell on him, leaving his feet injured.
The next day, I was surprised to see Pierre walking with arm-crutches, with his foot (forgot which one it was) bound with a cast.
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