weekend
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
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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