I hope i can start my extreme revision tomorrow. I have been relaxing these two days. I had a dream this morning because i woke up late. I walked through places with lots of rocks and hills.....another man and i.....later found myself fighting on the streets of.......countries around Australia i think(i guess)....I have never seen those places in my life. The streets were full of dust......a bit sandy..........fire......and Japanese soldiers........My friend and i fired at the japanese from a window, second floor in a small building..The window was mostly sealed with wooden planks...I could only shoot at them through in between each plank.....I finished my bullets soon....left with a fat pistol....which i could not hit anyone of them right below us...my friend and i moved down the stairs to the first floor.there was a knee-level wall right in front of us....then we heard noise of tank engine...my friend shouted" lets get out of here!".....i suddenly held him back.."wait wait wait..." i found a few anti armour weapon in the corner....i soon found out the way to use it....i open the cover, lean my body out quickly, fired and back immediately.....the Jap tank exploded....but my friend gave it another shot.... i think i hit a british like tank too....then a few trucks banged into each other as the narrow road was occupied by a destroyed tank.....the ammunition truck got smashed....Well, nevermind...since its right in front of us, I just lead my friend and rushed to the truck to get weapon and ammunition. Fresh sub machine gun and bullets......i carried 1 sub machine gun on my body, another sub machine gun in my hand...they were all quite small in size....but later...i do not know why there were japs marching on the street already....then suddenly.....back to fighting again.....but this time....there were hardly anybody on the street already.....but the fire were still burning....there were some whites at the other side as i could see....there was a colonial-like, governor house-like building at the center beside the burning truck just now........there is a small round structure in front of the big house...like a town square or something.....then i went to look for a british-like soldier although he was not wearing any uniform, I got worried suddenly.....so i asked him what was the date then....he said 194....i didnt heard properly...but i was sure it was not the earlier years...so i said....then what am i waiting for.....lets go for a charge(if i heard it was the earlier years, i might retreated)......i got excited.....i also found a theatre nearby.......then i woke up.....my grandfather called me......Philosophy and personal experience are always related. That is my philosophy