I got kidnapped by Michael Jackson. But we were kind of friends before that. So I was at his house (his room looked like a hospital ward, freaky much) and he was trying to convince me to saw my legs off. At first I thought he was kidding, so I like, played along. Then after that I realised he was dead serious, and I started to panic, and I started to plead and beg for my life. But he was too determined, and he had that hungry perverse look in his eyes. So I was started freaking out and when he wasn't paying attention, I pushed him away (he's not that strong), and I ran for my life. I ran and I ran and I ran into this really high tech and evil-looking gym that was red and black and metallic - it was quite the sight. And I took the lift up. The lift was ultra happening. It was this floating black disc with a red rim, and it just sorta floated up really quickly, and I could feel the pressure difference in my ears. I was quite shocked, it was my first time taking it. It took a while for me to regain my composure after I reached ground level (gym was in the basement). Then fear got me running for my life again. Somewhere along the lobby, there were two big black security guards. So I ran towards them frantically screaming that Michael Jackson wants to kill me and they were like comforting me and telling me everything was under control. Then out of no where, Michael Jackson showed up from behind the bouncers in a loose white shirt and black pants and a hideous surgically altered face, and sniggered "So you thought you could run away huh..." The big black security guards framed me!!! They were Michael Jackson's spies all along! Then they transported me to this hospital-like place on a very cold wheelchair. I had already resigned to my fate of having two less legs. I was contemplating that having no legs wasn't so bad, and that being handicapped wasn't that much of a big deal. I wondered how would I took like with two fugly stumps as legs. And I wondered how long the procedure would take. How long would Michael Jackson take to saw off my legs? How long before he hit the bones? How long before he could saw through the bones? How long would I have to endure the pain? Then came the mother of all fears - that I wouldn't be able to walk or run anymore, and I regretted all the times that I took my legs for granted. I started thinking about alternatives, like getting a prosthetic leg, but I knew it would be frightfully expensive and I still wouldn't be able to run as well. And I thought, what would my friends think? They would look at me with pity eyes and nobody would want to be my friend anymore, and I wouldn't be able to find a boyfriend anymore. Haiz. So before I was wheeled into the operating theatre, Michael Jackson was explaining the procedure that he would saw off my legs at my knees. He took out a hugeass saw as like a preview. And as the saw's teeth touched my knees, I shivered and I was screaming. And I was really scared, and cried and pleaded and asked him for anaesthesia so I wouldn't feel the pain. But he refused to let me have it. I was in like, ultimate distress mode, and I couldn't help but succumb to my gruesome fate. Just as I was going through the doors of the operating theatre, this man shows up in a black suit with nice polished black shoes. Michael Jackson immediately recognised him as his FATHER! Surprised as he was to see him, he was like "Dad, what are you doing here?!" And the man said "My feet hurt." He took off his polished shoes and grey socks, and revealed a very green and very smelly foot. Michael Jackson exclaimed "DAD! We've got to get rid of your feet! It's gang green! You gotta saw it off!" And his father was like "No! I don't want to!" And MJ was like "DAD! IT'S GANG GREEN! Come with me before it's too late!" And he dragged his father into another operating theatre. I was befuddled, seeing the situation before me. And before I could think a second longer,  I got up from my wheelchair and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran. 

After this I got up and was like "SHIT WHAT TIME IS IT, DID I MISS MY TUTORIAL AGAIN?!" And I checked my phone and it was 11.18am, tutorial starts at noon. I was SO relieved (because I missed this tutorial 4 times in a row already, what the hell). Then I sat up, ruffled my hair, and I recalled the dream and my heart started thumping very fast and I was scared as hell. It felt SO real. Holy mother of all dreams. I need to start sleeping normal. And stop encouraging people to watch Saw.