Weird but Scary

I had a weird dream last night. Scary at that time, weird now that I think of it. Why?

A bit of background, I was a true blue Malaysian student, with KBSR and KBSM shoved down my system and then the various translated local lecturers' notes to pump it all around my veins. And all those were so long ago, I have now passed my big 3-0!

So the weird thing in the dream was I found myself a day before the SPM. The scary part was I knew I did not prepare well enough. In the dream, I was still not revising even it was the day before. Instead, I recalled, I was somewhere near my former primary school, trying to borrow a totally unrelated book to the subject next day. I didn't remember if I went back and had a go at the book, though.

The next scene I found myself in was the exam, and so it must have been the exam day. At least, it felt like the D-day, but the problem was I saw scenes from my grandmother's house! How could I be taking my exam at my grandmother's house?! Then again, dreams are never to be logical.

What I remember was I had to sit for my BM paper, which I guessed was the subjective paper as I recalled vividly it had 3 sections and I knew not how to answer any of them confidently! The paper started at 8 in the morning and we had until quarter past 9 to finish it up. Kill me but at a few minutes after 8, after receiving the paper, I remembered I headed for a short shower, at the adjacent cowshed! Yes, I kid you not! Remember, I was to take the exam but I found myself at my grannies taking the exam, how weird more can it go right?

Coming out of the shower, it was already quarter past 8. And yes, another weird happened. I didn't do the normal thing to rush it all. I recalled, as I calmly read through all the 3 questions from the 3 parts, trying to figure out the answers to them, if I had read the book I borrowed yesterday, would it help to answer them in an accepted template. Oh my goodness right?! Well, it goes to show how shallow a student I was then and how so uncreative I grew up to be!

Well, what else could I do except to carry on and attempt the answer the questions in my own way and hoped that I had miraculously littered my answers with the key words and that the examiners would be kind enough to ignore the absence of any answer template of any kind in my responses and pick them up. Enough point not to fail! I even had the cheek how my answer script would stick out like a sore thumb to the marker!

What happened next is anyone's guess. I don't remember waking up after that, but I don't remember events that came after that final scene described here. Did I finish up the exam? What did I write? How did I write?

It's a weird dream really but scary all the same, as this is the second time I had this dream about SPM, way after my time. This second dream was like the continuation of the first. The scariest part is I didn't have all these dreams when I sat my actual SPM!

What does it mean, I wonder..