Yesterday, I dreamt about having trauma about getting shot by a gun, while in (dream) reality, it's just the mosquito repellent sprayer truck and I was overreacting.

I think this part of the dream happened because I was discussing about a survival technique I learnt from Instagram to my brother, Eugene- when your kidnapper has a gun and is ready to shoot, run in zigzags. In 100 bullets, about 5 will hit you, and it's most likely to not be a vital organ.

I then dreamt about doing my exams(?) and after my dad somehow read my report card, he slammed it on my table, and left saying, "You know why." I couldn't find anything wrong, but I assumed it's the '30%' I wrote on the paper's box- idk why.

I later woke up to my alarm (I could change my alarm to my favourite songs now since I finally got my own phone- my dad's old one), Dr. Robotnik's boss theme from the second Sonic game XD (above)