I dreamt of my former class teacher, Mr. Wong Leon Kit. He died. And everyone was very sad. Even me. I was crying, in fact. And then we went to his house(?) and more emo-ness ensued. funnily enough, I have never been to his house before. Therefore, his house(?) was mainly just my imagination. And due to that, it was almost... empty.
What I can remember was that there was a small rug/mat thing which I think was a bed. And.. that's it. It was an empty room.
Hmm, I knew I should have written this when I first woke up. Now I can't remember much more.
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