Full Name : Ihsan Bin Idris Chin

Matriculation Number : 55101212178

Section : 1 Dip C

Course : Diploma in Chemical Engineering Technology (Process)

Date : 26th September 2012

Topic : Dreams

As dawn approaches, I packed my belongings from a small town inn where I spent the
night and continued my journey to a village called Midgar. My brother, whom I had lost
contact with, lives there. I was worried and so began my quest on searching for his
whereabouts. Upon reaching the village at dawn, I draw near the village and stood aghast
from afar. The village was dilapidated and seems deserted. I was intimidated by the scenery
as the village looks like it was in the midst of war. I braven myself and entered the village
even though I was terrified. While walking along the villages pathway, I heard a loud cry. I
ran towards the sound and saw a young girl on her knees, crying in agony beside a woman
lying on the ground with blood all over her body. Assuming that the woman was her mother,
I felt her daughters misery and shed a tear. I tried to comfort her but she was inconsolable.
Later, as I go deeper in the village, I saw many more people in pain. I hid myself by the alley
between the houses and witnessed villagers being stabbed and shot mercilessly by the army. I
sympathized them in their affliction. Seeing this, I started to fret as my own life is on the line
and also because my brother was nowhere to be found. As I contemplate upon that thought,
one of the soldiers aimed his gun at me and released a shot with a loud bang.

I woke up after that sweating like a pig and horrified. My heart beats faster than it
should. I cannot figure out the reason why I had that frightening dream. In the end, I realized
that the dream I had could be a wake up call for me. Truth be told, I am actually a school
bully. Ive always picked on those helpless kids which are younger than me. I suddenly felt
empathy for the innocent kids that Id bullied. They had surely suffered from the bullying. It
came to me that the dream I had was like a metaphor of my real life, the reality. Instead, I
now play the role as one of the victims. I then decided to start a new and change my indecent
ways for a better. I vowed to treat those that are younger than me as equals. I hope that
bullies around the world would try and imagine, even for a second, if they were in the shoes
of the victims. How would they feel? Would they want their younger siblings to be treated
the same way as the victims and always be in fear? In addition, I can already see myself
being a better person and doing good things in the future thanks to that dream I had.