chicken run

No, this isn't a review of the animation Chicken Run. This is about my dream last night --- running away from a mad chicken.

I found myself back in the grounds of Pilar College, the school I went during my tender years. There was a box and people had mistaken it for a bomb. I went to see the box, opened it (so brave of me *winks*) and chicks came out. Viola! Underneath was probably mother hen. She's supposed to be a chicken but she doesn't look like one (weird). She had a big round red body and I can't see the wings. She had a yellow beak as long as that of a sea gull. It gave a squeak and started biting me. One hell of a chicken! I was holding a book and guarded myself with it. Mother *&%$_r* err... chicken bit the book intead. I escaped from the evil chicken! I ran the length of the quadrangle although this time it was covered with mud. It looked like an ice skating rink minus with mud instead of ice on it. At first I couldn't run fast enough with mud dragging my feet. What an obstacle course! Sooner, I learned to run lightly leaving footprints as I go. I was nearing gate 1 when I found a faucet. I thought of washing my feet first before I go. Hmp! droplets of muddy water came out. No use. The guard told me to use the faucet near the gate though. Near the gate, I waited in line while others washed their feet.

The end.

I don't recall ever going out of the campus. But it sure felt as though I was to go out after I washed my feet clean.