Suffering in my dream

Have you ever had this experience...
You wake up from a bad dream. In this dream, you cried- terribly. And now, you ARE crying.

Darling... hold my hands. Why are you so cold? Say something please? Yes, that peck on the forehead felt good.
Hey mom! He's here. Where? You mean you can't see him?
Wait! Where are you going, darling? Leaving? Leaving me? NOW?! No... What happened??
You're what?! DEAD?! Oh.. I know I'm gullible. And I have a weak heart too. Please don't kid me like this... No? What you mean- NO?! ARGH!

*wakes up, sweating*
*went back to sleep, thinking it was all over*

Hey darling! Tell you what, I dreamt that you're dead? *eyes wide open, in dream* You mean you still are? Why did I get in here again?! Someone.. anyone.. get me out..
*calms down* So when are you leaving? Meanwhile, no one else can touch/see/feel you? Except me? But if I hold you baby, wouldn't others think I'm mad, holding on to air...
I couldn't be bothered anymore.. please..

NO!! Don't go! Nooooooo...

*wake up*

Tears streaming down, both in the dream and in reality.

I love you

Initial strangers

Lest we pass at this crossroad in life
Obvious reason to start a conversation
Versed in the art of communication
Enthusiastically; elatedly; simply.

You and me, together
Oh my darling, my love
U, the symbol of energy, are you.

The old man, fat guy and young lady

*Setting and background information
Time:1700
Venue: MRT train
A young pretty lady boarded the train. An old man, wrinkly with only wisps of white hair, stands alone looking wide-eyed at ppl entering and leaving the train. He's standing by the door, lying lazily on the transparent panel. An indian man in maroon shirt sits at corner seats with a women, fast asleep.

The old man
I've been standing here for ages. What's the world coming to? Nobody even notices old ppl like me? What's the use of bright yellow signs that yell at everyone to give up the seats to people who need them more? Like me? Look at those kids... climbing all over the seats, taking up so many of them! Why don't their mums teach them some manners? So unlike in the past... we would have gotten a trashing if the like happened! And screaming away... deafening. Dumb-founded. Disgusted.
Hm... there! The young pretty lady is looking my direction. Sweet smile she has there. Nodding to me. At least there's acknowledgement that I EXIST.
But I still don't get a seat. *shakes head*

The fat guy
Stupid "bu nei nei" (meaning indian in slang). Sit there for so long liao... I "ka sng" (direct translation: leg sour. meaning: tired legs). WAH BIANG! See pretty girl come in only he give up seat for her! Kaoz... She don't want the seat!! Act quick quick.. *plops down in the seat*
*riiiiiiing*
"Hello? Ay.. Ah seng here. (conversation)"
He thinks to himself: better talk as long as possible. Or else the chiobu might come over and force me to give up the seat to the chao lao ah pek, given that glare she's giving me.

The young lady
Oh dear.. quite a few people around. What's that old man standing there? Why doesn't anyone give up the seat to him? Poor thing.. Hey! He's smiling back at me!
Eh? I don't need the seat. I shall ask ah pek to come over to seat. *turns head*
What's the world coming to! So RUDE! The seat wasn't meant for HIM. No manners! So big-size, doesn't he knows what the sign is talking about? arghz.. Slap his face! And there's kids around! Next time they'll learn from him.. that'll be HORRENDOUS!
*shakes head*
Must look out for the ah pek.. what if he falls? *glare at the fat guy* can't u stop talking? Stand up and let ah pek sit!

DING DONG! Tampines.

All involved alights.