I had a strange dream......that I was in England, dwelling in a packed apartment, sharing a tap with so many other locals which discharged yellowish liquid called water. Then a guy I knew since my schooling days turned up unexpectedly in a yellow beetle which erh can be folded into a bicycle. He drove like he had been to UK and upon my inquiry, he explained ha he had been on an exchange program there. Then we ended in the Little India of England, passing by the Indian restaurants and hmm then a dark, eerie Chinese money changing outlet. The ladies were pretty amiable. The exchange rate was 2 Sing dollars to 1 pound (yes, I am definitely dreaming) and the lady smiled, telling me it was a good deal. I remembered frantically checking to see if those notes were counterfeit. In those lucid playbacks, the country was barren and depressing;almost a slum. Was that to tell me to forget about going there? Or have I been watching too many movies. But I remember the warm feeling i had with the virtual character in the chilly land of the Anglo-Saxons.