I struggled to stay awake during the class with copious amount of coffee. Yesterday was Dr Chang's first lesson on Crisis Intervention and I was barely listening to Dr Chang's lecture. It was a confusing day for me...
I had taken the time to quickly note down what I remembered as Dr Chang rambled on about crises. I had gone to bed the previous evening at around 10:30pm. Some time later, I found myself shivering, feeling cold and reached for the blanket I knew lay beside me, and grasped hard concrete instead. I found myself awake on a street, with only a pair of pants and no shirts on and wondered if I am in one of my dreams again. I quickly stood up and reached for the pockets in both side of my pants, and found a handful of bloodied notes on each side. I had no idea where I was and looked around, frightened and confused. I didn't have any watch on my wrist, so I had no idea what time it was. Cars whooshed by.
I stood there, and did not take much time to think about my situation as I waited for cabs to passed by. A while later, I spotted a cab, and flagged it. I opened the door of the cab and went inside. The driver turned to look at me, and asked what happened to me and where my shirt was. I quickly made an excuse about some friends playing a prank on me, and told the driver my street address.
It was this time that I noted it was nearly 3:15am in the morning. I closed my eyes, feeling tired and a loud noise opened my eyes again. It was the driver and he told me that he had reached my place. It was 4am and quickly gaining my composure, I passed him a few notes and told him to keep the change as I quickly left the cab. I quickly walked up home and used the keys in my key pouch to open up the house, and staggered straight to bed.
When I woke up in the morning, the only signs of what happened the night before was the pimples on my back, which wasn't there before. Was the morning a dream or did it really happen? I'm so confused...