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My dream went like this...

I was in this place, this gambling den.
And Hisoka killed a person, and I also murdered another person. There was blood on the floor, but the person I killed, turned to dust and the dust just vanished, leaving the clothes on the floor.

I thought I was going to be killed for killing someone, and was panicking, before my mind told me that it was a dream.

I clung onto Hisoka and we moved to another room.
He started playing a Poker game with a three other people. I was still clinging to Hisoka's left arm as he started to play, and snuggled by his side.

But the person he loved was not me, he was playing poker, but peaking out outside, at the two girls. One of them, which I knew he was looking at, was the Kirin-lookafterers who were supposed to be at Mt.Ho.

Then I can't remember what happened, but we were off, moving elsewhere.
Hisoka was carrying me in his left arm, I kinda sat on it and was propped against his shoulder as he moved around, levitated off the ground.

Then he turned my head using his right hand, to face my face towards his, and bent his head down and kissed me.

In that dream I was a male. (I felt his lips and..... *not going into details here)

Then someone shouted for me to stop levitating, saying that I was eating the "High Transmission" up, and it costed a lot. I concentrated, not wanting to wake up, but that guy pulled my foot (as I was in the air) and woke me up. That is, from a dream to another dream. Oh, but I thought that I really woke up.

I (now female) told that annoying guy, as I slowly descended to the floor, that I wasn't using his "High Transmission" and was basically levitating in the air because of my own powers.
He didn't believe me and wanted me to do it again. I knew I could, and I told him to not interrupt me and shut up and watch.

I closed my eyes and walked forward, trying to call Hisoka back into my dreams.
I continued walking forward, trying to slide back into a dreamlike trance, but my mind didn't allow me too.

Then somehow I ended up in front of this big auditorium.
That annoying guy long gone.

I sat on a public bench outside the building, and a young girl sitting on my right, asked if I was waiting for someone.
I said "I'm waiting for Hao-sama, he's the greatest. Because he's a Shaman. And he's also the Shaman King. He's the greatest person on Earth."

Then a middle aged boy sitting on my left kinda threw this shuriken thing, that was more like a boomerang because it spun forward, whacked the wall, and spun back, twirled, and whacked the wall once more, and spun back and ........ until it finally stopped.

I don't know for some reason or something. The middle aged boy somehow became Hao-sama in my mind, and I glomped on him and sat on his lap. He hugged me.

Then I also don't know why, after some time, I entered the auditorium, and they were having this National Day celebration thingy. Saying that Singapore is actually older than it is the current year because of the Chinese Calendar being tweaked and whatnots. and that celebration was a compulsory event.

And I kinda woke up after that. Yea.

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