I woke up at about 2.10 a.m. in the morning. It was still the dead of the night when everything felt so quiet and eerie, including the strange dream that I was about to share with you.

I remembered this dream vividly. Let's just call this dream, the "My Parents' Biscuits", shall we?

Why that? This is because my parents used up all their remaining monies on buying lots of biscuits to survive. An assortment of them.

I'm not really sure what they're surviving from, but it may be another apocalypse that nobody knows about. Is there to be a Third World War when the Russian-Ukraine War goes south?

Or is there going to be another major and integrated terrorist attack when the current...