Phobia for camp

Yesterday while I was napping in the afternoon, I had a dream.

I was late for camp but I could never get there no matter how hard I tried.

I took the train and then switched to a bus like usual but I seemed to have taken it at the wrong direction.

Just as situation was bad enough, it became worse when I realized I was wearing PT-kit and shoes, and had to change into uniform before booking in; I had forgotten to bring my boots along.

Suddenly I became so clear-minded that I realized it was impossible that all these craps could have happened and I knew it was a dream. I told myself to wake up and I was relieved instantly.

This dream had nevertheless proven the phobia I had for the camp’s life.

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