i had another dream last night.
i dreamt that the professor i'm working for, my parents, and i were working together to rid the world of SARS. and our headquarter was at my parents' flat in hk. the funny thing (if it isn't funny already) is that we were all working on top of the washing machine. kinda like justice league of america, except, we don't have funky superpowers.
suddenly, the settings changed, and we were at a chinese restaurant, having dim sum. and my parents were chatting with the professor, which, of course, freaked me out a little. it's kinda like when you were in middle school and it's open house and you see your parents chatting with one of your teachers. you know, the one that has a very low opinion of you because she caught you and a friend looking up the term 'sex' in the encyclopedia in class.
the level of my anxiety was high at this point. but it turned out to be okay, cuz the purpose of this meeting was on how to deal a death-blow to SARS. unfortunately, i was unable to recall what happened, but i'm sure we took care of business.
so there. take that you evil, viral monstrosity!
and for the second straight night, i woke up after 6 hours of sleep. automatic. i wonder if something is bothering me sub-consciously; like being freaked out that SARS is going to fuck with my parents. (fucking SARS!) or maybe i'm worried about my blind date on wednesday. or i'm freaking out about getting into grad school. or that i'm turning into a freaking hermit and i'll end up like the unibomber. or that some of my friends are in emotional hell and i don't want to join them. hmm... wait, that's not possible, since i've been in my own, private emotional hell for the last year and a half. *sigh* so many things to worry about, and so much time to worry about them. minute by minute, hour by hour.
currently, i'm incredibly tired and even the soy latte from coffee bean isn't helping me one bit.
i dreamt that the professor i'm working for, my parents, and i were working together to rid the world of SARS. and our headquarter was at my parents' flat in hk. the funny thing (if it isn't funny already) is that we were all working on top of the washing machine. kinda like justice league of america, except, we don't have funky superpowers.
suddenly, the settings changed, and we were at a chinese restaurant, having dim sum. and my parents were chatting with the professor, which, of course, freaked me out a little. it's kinda like when you were in middle school and it's open house and you see your parents chatting with one of your teachers. you know, the one that has a very low opinion of you because she caught you and a friend looking up the term 'sex' in the encyclopedia in class.
the level of my anxiety was high at this point. but it turned out to be okay, cuz the purpose of this meeting was on how to deal a death-blow to SARS. unfortunately, i was unable to recall what happened, but i'm sure we took care of business.
so there. take that you evil, viral monstrosity!
and for the second straight night, i woke up after 6 hours of sleep. automatic. i wonder if something is bothering me sub-consciously; like being freaked out that SARS is going to fuck with my parents. (fucking SARS!) or maybe i'm worried about my blind date on wednesday. or i'm freaking out about getting into grad school. or that i'm turning into a freaking hermit and i'll end up like the unibomber. or that some of my friends are in emotional hell and i don't want to join them. hmm... wait, that's not possible, since i've been in my own, private emotional hell for the last year and a half. *sigh* so many things to worry about, and so much time to worry about them. minute by minute, hour by hour.
currently, i'm incredibly tired and even the soy latte from coffee bean isn't helping me one bit.
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