It was a bad bad night yesterday. I hate Tuesday, because the server for world of warcraft must shut down for their weekly maintenance for six hours, starting from 9pm. I was smiling in joy when I successfully put the kid to her sleep before 9pm, and thought I could enjoy myself for the next 3 or 4 hours, but the damn server has to be down, at this golden time.

So we decided to turn in early, and wake up at 4am. I must have overloaded my mind with the waking up issue, and had a series of nightmares, all related to the kid. First, I have to dream about her climbing up some metal bar like ladders in a playground with many other toddlers, and then suddenly, she fell from the top onto the ground. Phew, luckily she fell on her chest, and didn’t smash her head.

Then another dream. This time even more dramatic, it was war time and we had an attacked by some guerilla troop. There were gun shoots everywhere and suddenly I heard a roaring tank approaching. I couldn’t find the kid anywhere and had to jump into a river to hide myself. And I kept on hearing the tank firing shoots, boom boom boom. Before I could find the kid anywhere, I woke up from the bad dream, and continued to hear the “boom boom boom” sound. Chey, it was the sound of the kid’s heavy breathing. Almost scared the hell out of me.