lunch set choices

#uni

It was a really long dream with a lot of characters involved, but I only remembered this excerpt very clearly.

On a train and it was my turn (and others on the same table) to order our lunch from the menu handed by the train staff.

Set A: chichen + docetaxel Set B: broccoli + eggplant (very disgustingly cooked with a lot of unknown broth overlying the mixture, according to menu photo)

I was thinking, both were so shit I couldn't make a choice! I don't want taxane but I don't want that broth mixture either.

Woke up mumbling the menu so I could recall it.

_{(I know if knowledge seeps into my dream, my revision is not bad. Yay)}

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This dream made me feel like as if fri sat sun mon tue has passed

buying macarons

At a bakery stall. I wanted to buy some macarons. Asked the dream friend next to me if she wanted to buy some as well, and I’ll talk to the staff on behalf for her.

There were like 5 flavours, white brown and some rainbow colours in between (* it changed later on). I got a little paper pouch to hand to the bakery guy behind the counter. I found there were already some inside of brown flavour, and told the bakery guy about it. He asked me how many were inside. Originally I said wow around 5? Cuz it looked so big and many. I handed the pouch and the guy was talking to a female staff nearby and he said there’s one. And when I thought about it and imagine it from multiple angles I saw 1 giant cookie of irregular shape. It just seemed like 5 but isn’t.

The bakery guy was very chill and easygoing and he said he’d take care of it and asked for our order.

I asked my dream friend how many would she like, she said 3, so I was also gonna order 3, making 6 in total.

She picked a brown one and I picked white – we picked one each in turns to make it more fun.

Later the flavours were changed to multiple whitish brown flavours on top of rainbow ones. There were like oreo, toffee, caramel, hazelnut flavour etc. Looked quite yummy and I was planning to pick hazelnut next.

waiting for meetup and observing a class

#uni #mum Me and Stephanie K discussed previously via text about a meetup time to get her notes or whatever. It would be on a Sunday. I was having a day off on Sunday but I still agreed.

It’s Sunday. I finally showered and dressed up in my uniform and answered most questions from my curious mum (about where I’m going and what time will I be back)

And she said she can’t do Sunday and let’s do Monday before class instead. I was very annoyed as I was already about to go out And I looked at the calendar she shared and saw today’s time was monday before class. So I said then it’s now, let’s meet at the campus then.

So I headed to campus and walked into a small computer classroom with a full class of students and a teacher all using their desktop computers. I was curious of what widgets the teacher was using for her iPad, so I walked up to the big projected screen but didn’t see anything in particular. _{(that’s because it’s the screen of the desktop computer dum dum)(prob because I was reading a list of recommended iPad games before I fell asleep)} I walked right through and walked around to see what each of them were doing. The classmates and teacher didn’t seem bothered. I wondered if they can see me actually. But nevertheless I felt nervous to be the only one walking across a focused class.

I noticed the screens of the students and found a lot of them were just daydreaming and looking at their desktop homescreen. Some were using their phones and iPads. I thought it made sense because uni classes were boring.

I walked quickly out of the classroom.

(This is more of an interlude between the previous and latter uni class dream)

kirsty and sister lucia

#primschool

Entered a food court and there was a sister sitting on my left. After her sharing she asked a question to the floor: how does sister lucia’s saliva taste like?

I leaned towards her mic and exclaimed it is sweet- no it is salty!

She asked why would I thought so? And handed me her mic.

I replied, because in primary school sister lucia kissed me (in the cheek) so I (wiped the saliva off my face and) tasted her saliva. It was in the Chinese oral speaking class when she was teaching me. And then a few years later she kissed me again so I tried the saliva again. _{(… sacrilegious) and in the dream I didn’t verbalise the brackets bc I thought it was unimportant- but bro it was a different scene}

Everyone in the food court gasped.

And then the sister and a classmate nearby asked if I know someone called 陳彥同/童. I was confused but then realised she was Kirsty, my p1 neighbour in class! _{(well actually now I’m not sure because this name seemed to belong to another classmate- but Kirsty’s name was similar)} And then I started crying as I said she was my first friend but I can’t see her anymore, she wrote down her email in a paper slip and handed to me before she left, but I lost the slip, and I have no other way of contact of her…

The people in the food court were quiet as they looked at me crying and the sister offering her sympathy.

I felt apologetic for dampening the vibe of the food court while I was crying unstoppably.

email reply from arthur

#arthur I went to class in my uni. As I was busy walking along some corridors at the back of the classroom, I saw something lit up at the side of my eye, it was my phone lying on top of my kangol totebag on a random chair at the corridor. It was an email notification from Arthur. It said “Third (title) [Arthur’s Signature section] See you later~” So I thought it was most likely a reply from my email notifying him I’d be late last week. The “Third” was likely Re: my email title _{(though idk why would it say Third, perhaps it was the third session in the dream)}

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discover nice study area but paid

I discovered a very nice hidden study area. As big as chiwah. But quieter. It was like the lobby part of Central Library but with a more “office” feel. _{(Used to dream similar settings back in primary school years)} I walked inside and found many secondary schoolmates. I talked quietly to one of them, wow this place was so good, there are vacant seats with big tables, and most importantly, power outlets !!

I stolled until I found a best spot and I left my things there while I explore that area more.

Then on another floor I saw security guards trying to make people leave, turned out we needed to pay an annual fee of around $4000 to use this study room and we needed to show a red membership card to them. Holy shit so I walked back quickly to collect my stuff and leave. When I got back to my floor almost all of us have gone except a few tables with our stationery still on the desks. A few guards were chatting in front of my desk, seemingly waiting for my return. I quickly packed my stuff and leave. They didn't ask me anything, perhaps they knew we all didn't have membership.

Later I went to Central Library. I met Jasmine W when I was leaving. I told her I'll take the bus (bc it was the most convenient option to get to my home). She didn't say anything. So we walked down the alley although it was past the bus stop right in front of the library entrance. There were many boutiques along the alley, and it was quite a long narrow street. She didn't speak so later I told her we would part ways when we reached the end of the alley.

(random piece I forgot where I should put it, but I suspect it to be within this dream) Donki with #charlottec , too late to return there for our kept bags, asked a shopkeeper and she replied she thought perhaps the two staff at the sushi bar were still looking after it and about to store them when she told them we would come back Anyways we got there and got back our bags using our storage receipt

wardmates doing matrix and calculus

#pbl #uni #secschool

Had chinese lesson by FPY in a small classroom/ the cramped chem classroom in Lawz?? Quite nostalgic to be taught by FPY again ngl. We had to do a reading comprehension and fill-in-the-blanks timed using her stopwatch timer. 11 mins/ 21 mins I forgot. We do different paragraphs according to our columns we sit in.

Then she asked Benson sitting also in the front to answer the questions. But she said Brixton / Brixson so Benson didn't stand up. Then Benson said his name was Benson. She said oh I'm sorry, and then the next sentence was still Brixson so Benson didn't care anymore. He stood up and answered the questions. He was wearing traditional Chinese Tangzhuang with big button thingy and I was lowkey shocked by the ugly costume.

One of the girls sitting in front of Benson's row/ my row should be sneakily listening to music on her airpods because the classroom was quite quiet and I can hear the music and it was not from FPY, so I suspected the girl. FPY didn't care about the music though

The comprehension was a conversation between a girl and her father. The father was trying to empower the girl and said sth like “being weak or strong, either of them makes you powerful”.

I looked at my neighbour for her workings while FPY was talking about the answer, and I saw her drawing almost an identical graph to mine. I was quite proud because I taught my neighbour and she was able to draw equally nicely/ or even better than me. Lastly, FPY taught us to plot graph- called a “hotel graph” to show the needs of both the girl and the father. _{(It's kinda like the cost price straight line graph in core maths, but two curved lines)}

Then it was math lesson by Vim (the teacher for CAES)– in the superkids classroom. We continued learning about the Hotel graph. Towards the end of the lesson, Vim invited Kim 1 and Yuki to come back to the classroom as Monica was summarising the content we learnt with a summary sheet distributed to all of us just now.

Kim started to draw on the blackboard and answering the questions, and handed the pen to Yuki, in a bob hair. Then Yuki made a new looking “Hotel graph”, and one more from the result of the Hotel graph (she circled the “needs” area), which is a summation of two sine curves... and then she wrote a general formula for a parabola (but the x² was put at the last one rather than the first thing) (like x + a – 2x²) – and then she wrote some terms and steps, and then a [ 2 rows matrix thingy ], and then another step in breaking down the [ matrix thingy ] to two [ thingy ] and I was like :O bro learnt more than us who were here for the whole lesson. I didn't even learn calculus.

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Had so many dreams and I kept waking up intermittently. Also today was pretty cold and dry so my sleep quality was bad and I didn't rest well.

about to get robbed for found long-lost penlight

#mum I was on the streets at night, in a makeshift home built using dirty steel frames.

I found my lost 2019 mikuexpo penlight when I was searching in my luggage. I was overjoyed. The penlight was very worn and the text printed on it was partially scrapped due to wear and tear (in the dream it was written 2017 though), but nevertheless I tested it and it lighted up and the different colours were working. It lighted up as orangey-yellow first then I changed to green. _{(Just like when me and my friend were posing our penlights at mikuexpo and my friend chose that orange colour for Rin and mine in green for Miku)} The lamp length was shorter than the irl one and the holder part was longer.

Just when I was admiring my penlight, I felt a need to close off a little side door of my framy home. Just when I was sliding an opened frame to shut it, I noticed a man running across the road towards the door. I tried to close it quicker and rearranged a few more frames to close the gap. The guy tried to widen the gap and I noticed a patch lock on the frame, so I quickly locked it, but he was adjusting the lock too, then I noticed two more of those locks on the frame so I was frantically trying to lock them and hold them to prevent the guy from unlocking. He was mumbling stuff as he was unlocking too, seemed like he desperately wanted the penlight I was holding. I realised I needed an actual padlock to hold the mechanism in place, but I don't have the hand to grab one (even if I have one). So I yelled towards the back of my house to call mum to help.

_{I miss my penlight :((((( I think the emphasis on latches was because our group was figuring out how to open our locker, and I found we needed to hold the latch of the patch lock thing on top of unlocking with the key}

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very very large meal

4 dishes each i only finished the first one (noodles) and was on the second one (giant bowl of mixed fried rice) everyone else on the table were on their bowls of rice either so I don't really feel pressured, and mum told me it's okay to just leave the rest there, but I still kind of want to eat more.

At the end of the meal me and another boy were eating their food while the older relatives were looking at us slightly amazed. I was purely because I suddenly had some appetite at the end so that's why I started eating again.

_{(I think this is because mum forwarded a post of a doctor’s article and the last line was like if you studied and think medicine is not for you, you can quit it, so I was wondering if mum felt the same way or if she is just forwarding for the front part of the article which talked about study tips)}

skipping class and doing dumb fun things with wardmates

Part 1

#pbl #uni

I was on my way to school from Hung Hom mtr. I have a dictation in the morning. However I accidentally rode the wrong train, and I went to HMT station. Then I saw the other platform had the train to go back to the correct direction (it's in lime colour like the ocean park line), so I rode it, but once I got on and saw the mtr line sticker thing within the compartment I found the HMT station had a new name and the line was actually different. But it was more like a boiled down 特急 version of Kwun Tong Line (cuz the shape of the line was just like the U-shaped Kwun Tong line), but with mixture from important stations of other lines, all with different station names. HMT — Hung Hom — Kowloon Tong — Kai Tak/ Diamond Hill (? the one with brown line interchange) etc. I was like omg this is so smart they just incorporated stations with just the right interchanges. (Bc I thought Hung Hom had the red interchange... Initially I thought huh where's the red line then, and then I mistakenly thought Hung Hom had)

Anyways when the “train” was about to start, they announced this was the last special train （特別班次） of the day, so I felt very special and lucky. But then when it started I realised this was actually a bus. I thought oh shit, but then it was going along the stations so it wasn't a big deal so I didn't worry much. I saw the cross harbour tunnel through window of the bus and the bus entered a carpark nearby. And then a tour guide came over and congratulated us in joining such a special occasion. The bus transformed into a grand dining hall, and we were seated at long tables. I was the last one on the first long table. And we got T-shirts, notebooks, etc as souvenirs. As we pass along the notebooks, some were of exclusive design, and so we were like wow whoever was receiving it was so lucky

But on the other hand I was worried about getting late to school – actually the second I realised I rode the wrong line I was already lowkey anxious _{(Actually as of writing now, me too- update: alr late and missed the class)}

I told the person sitting on the left of me about me actually in a hurry. She said oh you can just leave now ! They won't stop you I was like :o. But then I told her I still want the souvenirs if they hand out more later, and the upcoming food. So I didn't really want to leave.

Then I looked across the table and saw sitting opposite to me was my ward groupmates, Alex and Benson. I told them I actually had an exam (I spoke wrongly here, it should be a dictation) in the morning at 10. They were like oh shit you have an exam ??? I was like yeah but I couldn't make it in time and I think it has already passed. I think I couldn't make it to the afternoon class either.

They said, how about you get a doctor's note? I said that's a good idea, but it's alr late now so perhaps I'll do it tmr. I have a clogged nose anyways (in the dream I felt my nose clogging). (I started coughing intermittently in the dream which is a good thing that means I can be more authentic when getting the absent slip)

Then Alex showed a prescription, he said, speaking of which, our group had a diagnosis _{(I assume from the faculty)}, and they gave us these drugs to take. And then together we said the name of the drug: _{[well I forgot- starts with D and ends with sth like dipine. I suspect diazepam or amlodipine but they don't feel like the name in dream]} And we both knew this is for ADHD (in the dream).

The medication bottle was interestingly designed. We can only open it gently and slowly during specific times of the day. Inside the can were a lot of batteries along with big tablets of drugs, and the lid had a razor blade thingy. If you open the lid in bright sunlight, and quickly, the razor blade would rub against the metal electrodes of the batteries and it will catch fire.

I opened the lid next to a desk lamp. And then the can of drugs had some sort of hissing sound. I was like uhhh And Benson was like oh shit And I realised it was because of the light of the desk lamp Then Benson tried to use his hand to test the heat of the light coming from the desk lamp. I was like no why are you hurting yourself lol Benson continued to hold his hand until he suddenly retracted his hand, so we laughed at him. Then the light hit the can again and the can started hissing more so we were like oh no,

Then I took a drug tablet out and tried to put in my mouth but I realised it is the water soluble ones like the vitamin C ones. So I spit it out before it bubbles more, and put it in a lid and add water to it but I forgot this other lid had many pores and spaces. So I poured the whole thing into the drug can !!

Then it hissed more and I was like oh no why am I so dumb !!!! And Alex was like oh no why are WE so dumb

_{I woke briefly and thought I had such happy times with this group. And also Mancy's group. And I thought of the weirdos in other groups and I thought I am very fortunate. And then I napped again.}

Part 2

#mum

Told mum at night around 9pm-ish I'd like to see a doctor tmr morning (friday) to get the sick leave note. Mum said why not now? I said the clinic has already closed! Mum was like oh right. I said how about tmr 11am. Or 10. Mum was like I heard the clinic would be full by 7am lets go there early! So I was like okay. And I told her I'll get a 2-day absence (tmr morning and today). (because tmr afternoon at 3pm in the dream I need to see arthur anyways so I need some sort of excuse — but mum still doesn't know lol)

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upset about Our Lady

#OurLady #uni #exchange

I was sitting beside Charlotte Chan (our cohort one). We were talking about our travels during exchange, and I was mentioning about the trip with Our Lady. [here I forgot what exactly I talked about but it was quite important] I was quite sad actually. Then Our Lady walked by, and Charlotte told her [her actions] made me sad. Our Lady felt surprised, and seemingly genuinely asked me, if she had hurt me/ made me sad [again i forgot the exact wordings] And I just really wanted to cry and almost bursted into tears. But I wasn't sure if she was just really autistic and blunt that's why she kept being insensitive and now she knows, or if she was kind of deliberate so I didn't dare to show my true emotions aka crying bc that would be showing my weakness to her.

leng grade tutor & white corridors building

I was going to a tutorial and my tutor gives leng grade (good grades). I then met some others in the tutorial waiting room and we were comparing our tutors and that person's tutor was so annoying and kept sending them emails and followups and gives poor grades, so I felt pretty lucky about mine lol.

Later I went into a building with lots of white corridors. It was like a mini maze. I was calling someone via my phone (perhaps my mum), and guiding myself to the staff pantry and some other utility rooms, along with the signs stuck on the wall at quite a high level. I was a bit nervous of getting lost, but there were clear pink big banners on the walls of the paths which leads back to the exit/ entrance so I wasn't too scared of exploring the place either. Nevertheless I still tried to remember the path which I came from in hindsight.

_{(I suspect I dreamt the building cuz 1. our class watched a vid on LINAC machines and how the clinic designed the floor plan with a “maze” to bounce off the radiation before it reaches the entrance. 2. the new wellness team office was literally so eerily white like a lab and there was a long corridor there. I wonder who tf designed that.)}

sleeping with mum

#mum

I really wanted to fap so I was trying to hump in the dream. But it wasn't really arousing so I used my hand, which started to work and I wanted to moan a little, but then mum seemed to be beside me on the bed so I didn't dare to. Luckily I didn't because later I felt her arm and turned to the side and found her napping next to me. I was a bit annoyed and also quite shocked because I thought I had developed the habit of locking the bedroom door. But again I wouldn't trust myself completely on that, and I tried to take a look at the doorknob to see the lock status, but mum was in the way of my view and I didn't want to move too conspicuously to wake her up.

Eventually I actually woke and saw my door was perfectly locked and mum was ofc not on my bed. But I missed out on the fapping lol.

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jy in alumni appreciation post

#jy

I was scrolling through red book and saw a post of an alumni who went for a uni tour. In the captions she/he mentioned about jy as her favourite mentor and who she appreciated and liked the most. The name she wrote was in chinese (not irl name- dream only) and it was not jy’s name, but when you spell it out it was identical and in the dream I knew she was exactly saying jy. I was reading it and feel a bit like 違う… he was not this nice mentor you think you are… and I felt a bit “betrayed?” (Idk what’s a better word for it)

I wanted to comment and tell her about my incident but I didn’t want to expose myself, and I felt like it wasn’t necessary for an alumni that’s like years older to know about that, and I’d rather keep her little fantasy and likes and gratitude towards her mentor…

I felt upset I can’t really bring my experiences into light because of that, and felt convoluted.

ivan in a bra

#ivan

I was walking around hung hom wet market ish where there was a sports centre Then I came across Ivan in a bra and a very revealing crop top He was very proud of what he was wearing so I was like okay

Then we went to sit by a nearby bench when we opened our laptops I was showing him some new software and games I downloaded. And shared about a random joke I heard during class, which was using your hand to pose as if you are showing ppl number 4 (i.e. you do not show your thumb), and then you do the action like the 67 meme but diagonally, as if you are subtly jerking off.

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visiting arthur’s home

#arthur

Today’s session was at Arthur’s home. It was my first time vising there. I was wearing today’s irl pajamas aka just a dress.

We were about to begin our session when he got a bit shocked and asked me what time would today’s session end at, and I told him 4 sth pm? Maybe 5 sth, and he was seemingly feeling in trouble and needed to do some work on his computer (i suspect I clashed the time with another client at 5 sth) so I peeked around his desk and found him writing his travel journal. He stuck a few photos of him at egypt, and used felt pens to write on the book. I was pleasantly surprised we have such similar handwriting. I looked around his other piles of paper and they are all written in colourful felt pens and with the same handwriting and so I commented happily to him that his handwriting was similar to me! Then I went to his other rooms for a while and saw his bedroom behind a closet door. I went in and kneeled on the bed. I imagined him and his wife on this twin bed and yet I am kneeling on the bed with my very short dress so I was horny. There was a mirror on the side and I looked at my curves on the mirror. I wanted to take a selfie of me on his bed but I didn’t take my phone with me, so I went out of the bedroom and decided to peek around the rest of the rooms before going back to his therapy room (his study room) to grab my phone.

I glanced and saw the kitchen at the very end, and towards the other side of the corridor it was his rather spacious living room with big shelves of books.

I went back to his room and he wasn’t ready yet. He wrote a slip with blue felt pen and i guess it was for the next client to tell her to wait, but after reading I don’t think it was for that purpose. But I couldn’t recall the sentence when I woke up.

I got my phone and headed back to the bedroom, however now there were much clutter in the closet, so no matter which closet door I open, I could see the bedroom just there but I couldn’t reach it because of the clothes piled up. So I eventually decided to try and step over the clothes to reach the bed, at least closer to which I could selfie with the bed, but at this moment Arthur came out of his room and called me. I looked back and saw him reaching out his arms. I came out of the closet and he hugged and carried me, and I felt like I was back at a very young age of kindergarten to early primary, when my parents still carried me like that and when I was light enough to be carried. I was lifted high into his chest, and I held his face. I leaned over, looking straight into his eyes and face for the first time. His face was very clear. I couldn’t read his emotions, but he was at ease and perhaps his eyes were smiling. I had a strong urge to kiss him. As I was leaning forward, I felt kissing on the lips was not quite good, so I eventually kissed him just by his lip to his right. (* like how a toddler would lightly kiss their guardian on their faces)

_{(I am not even sure if I kissed my parents like that before because I really disliked doing so. I only remember my dad would rub his stubble on my face and the prickly sensation of it. I kind of miss being a very young kid, but at the same time I don’t bc school was very scary and boring and pointless asf + I had ZERO days of decent sleep back then And also hugs are scary when parents throw you and you get that centrifugal force and it would constitute in most of your childhood nightmares)}

presentation

Did 3 group presentations, and every time actually I wasn’t sure which part would be my script so I had to focus intensely and when it arrived to a familiar slide I knew it was mine and I would have to start talking without preparation, and at the mean time if my part came too late I worried if I was freeriding this presentation and I would have 0 contribution and be reported (I wasn’t anxious about freeriding I was just anxious of getting reported) And at the third presentation my slide was actually not polished and it included a bit of my personal behavioural change project part rather than the group part so while I was talking I had to explain for it and transition to a brand new group part with elaboration

_{Dreams like this are really draining and it impacted my energy level to head to school not gonna lie. They are a bit too vibrant, or maybe because I put too much effort to perform well in my dreams too. I can’t help it though I think. If I don’t work hard in the dream it would turn into a nightmare. Also my friend told me recording my dreams wasn’t too sustainable because I spent a bit too much time on it, but I like it, idk what to do. I actually don’t know if I like dreaming or not- like ofc I like seeing my therapist in my dreams and it makes me feel better during the day but I’m thinking if my dreams were too vibrant although sometimes I knew I was dreaming so I wasn’t too scared. Idk if I need to get it checked out or sth honestly.}

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excluded in class

#secschool my f1 classmistress asked me about if she should use the starnote app for notetaking. Angelika popped in with her simple notes (post-it) and said this was written using starnote. In return she took my notebook and started drawing some calligraphy art on it. Friends^[1] (Elizabeth) were whispering to me it wasn't what you need because she was just writing US holidays like diwali. I said yeah I don't need it but it's fine I explained how starnote was unideal for her because of its lack of stability and risk of losing her notes. She thanked me. I sat relatively in front (6th column 2nd row) and I thought this was to monitor my behaviour since I was not too compliant in class seat neighbour preferred to sit with the person in front of me, and so they moved their desks and chairs and I am left alone in the double profile of seats, looked obvious and I feel quite alone there is a in class tiny competition and we were split into two groups. One half was the left side of the classroom where there were a lot of people seated so their group was large, the other side was mine with little people and already two that disliked me. I looked at the other side and found most of the “friends”^[1] I knew were there, cheering together. I was very upset with myself and I felt excluded.

^[1] These classmates were all in F2 especially the large squad (over half the class) which I had been trying very hard to enter but I couldn't. I suspect one of the reason was because I was already part of a small squad I disliked (# 6grass + when # A was still in there, and I wanted to escape from A so I tried leaving my group but that group didn't adopt me so). Or the other bigger reason was they didn't really like me. Idk :(

_{Starnote: bc I watched a redbook reel about it; US holidays and diwali: I saw it on my ipad calendar and deleted it; theme of what I really want for myself: briefly touched on therapy yesterday; f2 friends: when arthur mentioned the topic of being excluded in school I was thinking if I had any, but that time I didn't really feel much. I think I wasn't passively being excluded in f2 bc the choice of switching squads was mine. I don't think I really got excluded before. But every best friend I had had closer friends so no one ended up playing with me or doing projects with me, or having lunch with me (initially). But that's not exactly exclusion}

bj & sex w arthur

#arthur There were two rooms. There was one client and one therapist in each room. Though I think both rooms were managed by Arthur. After waiting briefly a client came out in one room and I entered.

The room initially had a hotel room layout. It was dim inside with a twin bed(?). Arthur was naked and lying on the bed.

So I decided to grab this opportunity. I hopped on bed and wanted to do a blowjob for him. (I think here his dick wasn't erected yet) But my hands were very cold and I apologised to him. He's okay with it so I tried rubbing my hands to make it warmer but it was still very cold when comparing to his erected dick. It was my first time doing a blow job and I realised how dry everything was- my mouth my hands his dick. I didn't think of using saliva or lube back then- anyways I tried and I guess he kind of liked it??

Then I sat on top of him and his dick went into me kinda smoothly. Maybe because I was quite wet. The room changed from the hotel room to the floor of our new therapy room though. However idk if it's my pussy too tight or too shallow or maybe I wasn't aroused enough so only the front part went in and I was a bit annoyed. I tried thumping more and going deeper but can't

_{Anyways I think this was the first time we were both fully naked in the dream, interesting. I think this was very linked to bc I fell asleep naked after masturbating this night lmfao}

escape game

#uni #exchange #mum #dad – initially a tutorial stage where me and another person were learning from a coach by rewriting her “codes” on our pieces of paper which would be the password to pass the puzzle with many ghosts and very poor visibility due to darkness and smog. The coach was the 2nd doctor we attached to in HHH and the codes were some Px (that was discussed in ytd's MH case session)

• then began the game with me and a few others. (actually this was the second time, I doubt if the first time was before the tutorial stage and we all died so that's why we started again)

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random excerpt – ian – random girl invited me to waterpard (waterpark with a welsh accent I assume ??) to party, do arts and crafts, and do drugs together, i asked amy on the side how about it (bc I was a little bit tempted)

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back to the main plot

• i had the special ability like 2 turbo boosts every like 10 seconds
• continue escape, through the back door of an outdoor carpark into the streets into AEON. Walked and saw parents shopping for groceries. I tried to walk past silently. Later I went to a noodles aisle. I wanted to try a tester with my chopsticks but a kid dipped my chopsticks into the noodle soup and I was incredibly pissed now my chopsticks were contaminated by the tester soup Then the mom of the kid came and chatted with me about this good noodle she cooked I was like yeah, (bc this mum doesn't seem like the type to apologise to the kid) And she was like eventually the noodle was a bit sweet because she added a bit too much of the sugar, and I was like ohh okay it tasted alright (actually I thought the noodle was too salty/ poor soy sauce that kind of flat salty), and I couldn't really feel the sweet after retasting although she mentioned. Then my parents arrived at the corner, I asked them why did they find me. Dad said I heard your voice and so we were searching for it and here we were! I was actually very annoyed but conflicted because part of me wanted them to take me away from the escape game and save me and give me some rest, but the other side I didn't want them to get involved in the game so I don't want them to intervene in any way

_{doing drugs: my friends were talking about this topic yesterday soup dipping incident: friend was talking about her friend dipping an uncleaned spoon directly into her soup. I was shocked bc that was trespassing my food boundary if that was my soup. Should've handed her the spoon instead of just directly dipping without asking. noodle maker mum with little kid: a mum was scolding her kid very loudly at the entrance of my building and I guessed I remembered it in the dream}

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buddhist cannibalism

Me and a few others were stuck in an abandoned carpark (the type that was like a building). The view outside was probably noon. We were looking around our floor when some buddhist staff appeared and warned us some of the areas that were very haunted while we walk there to check out. Those areas were covered with very old cloth curtains and you could slightly see the bottom of the things behind the curtain as it was short. Although I couldn't make out what exactly were they but they certainly looked haunted. – like mannequins, altars for sacrifices...

We thanked them and they said we had to do a task for them in order to leave. That was to catch and kill each of the species of prey found on this carpark floor and cook a meal and eat, and also prepare portions for the buddhists. I was imagining prey like rabbits as I saw one dashing around earlier on. But they continued, regarding the chicken, we needed to cook a prostitute rather than a chicken. Or else we would fail the challenge.

I imagined failing the challenge would mean staying in the carpack forever, and becoming the prostitute to service them or their higher ups, and then eventually get cooked. I recalled one of the haunted areas looked like there were corpses that were dried up, and I wondered if they were past adventurers who just didn't want to kill anything and eventually died of hunger.

I was quite grossed out by the idea of killing and eating a human, but I was trying to rationalise it so that I would be willing to do so to pass the test. I was imagining if I was a dog and I cook and eat dog meat... but quickly found it didn't make sense at all. I tried to find cannibalism examples but I couldn't think of any. But I think eventually we needed to cook the prostitute if we wanted to escape. Though whether I would actually do the deed when the time came was a question for another day. But I guess perhaps one of us would be doing so and I felt less burdened by the decision, since we only needed one prostitute for our shared group meal.

_{oh shit i realised why this happened, because last night my friend forwarded a video about chickens plucking a boiled chicken’s feather on threads}

furry worm family pet on mtr

#mum #dad

Me mum and dad were sitting in a row on the mtr. However the seating design of the mtr was a bit different, the rows were perpendicular to the moving direction, aka the seats were like traditional trains, unlike on the two sides like the mtr. Initially Mum was sitting on a seat by me- I was sitting on her right, and then a stranger, then dad.

I was showing my acrylic diancie keychain to mum on the holographic elements of the design. Dad said I might be surprised because initially the holographic parts weren't like that and were coiled up like ...old plastic (??) (in the dream it looked like tiny boogers or dirt on body). So he used mum's pet which was a tiny white worm to eat those things and the worm would make those parts germinate like seeds. And then I looked at the keychain and saw those super small seeds as if I was rewinding the scene... But later I look back on it and realised the keychain was fixed but the worm got longer. Suddenly it became a very hairy/ spiky black worm like an extra furry caterpillar mixed with sea urchin.

Mum switched to stand on the side of dad's seat, but more like between the stranger and him. I felt very gross and told my dad to remove it. But mum and dad liked insects and it was their pet apparently. So throwing it away wasn't feasible but I wanted it at least gone from my proximity. So I had to pick it up and hand it to him. In the dream my hand kept leaning to the side of the stranger so the bug kind of touched the stranger's face and he looked pissed af. I told dad to reach out and hold the bug but then dad was even more wobbly and the bug literally landed on the stranger's body and he was mad. In embarrassment I looked down and stared at my keychain. I thought he must be mad at our family and the other people on the MTR would also thought our family was ass. I felt quite ashamed by that, and still disgusted by the worm and the gross preferences of my family.

mum's phone

Pretty random. I was scrolling Red Note and saw my friend, Belle's account where she posted selfies of her in school, pics of her in a dance studio and now in uni.

Then I picked up Mum's phone and found she changed her phone wallpaper and she also got a little stylus for her phone. She also changed her password and the combination is remotely similar to my password and I was suspecting if she knew my password, but it was unlikely because the format is not exactly the same.

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