dreams, keys & KFC

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i've been having such weird dreams lately my subconscious is beginning to freak me out. where you get such ideas from, brain?! they are so vivid i can still remember the dream from three days ago, which featured a university friend i haven't spoken to and have barely seen this entire semester. driving a bus across a creaky wooden suspension bridge (how is that even possible) that spans across raging waters. and i'm right beside her yo. we cross the bridge and speed along a curvy highway (thankfully made of concrete) and all of a sudden we swerve too far out and the bus falls into the waters! miraculously the bus continues moving alongside the highway in the water and i keep telling said friend to find an opportunity to jump back up onto the highway. we do, eventually, and continue speeding along. dnk where we were headed though. but at the speed we were going you'd think we were on the highway to hell, with the hounds after us. to imagine the above dream, think mario kart. which i haven't played in ages, so i have no idea where this came from.

dream #2 was more of a nightmare, and maybe more relatable now that i'm in the midst of mugging for exams. it's the Nightmare Scenario where you WRITE OUT OF POINT FOR YOUR EXAM. horror of horrors. it was so real i even knew the exact question in the dream, but i can't remember it anymore. i do remember it was some sort of literature/geography/philosophy kind of question though. wrote furiously and submitted the paper, and on further thought RIGHT AFTER THAT, realized i WROTE THE WRONG STUFF. can't remember what happened after that, maybe i dream-fainted. anyway this sounds horribly familiar to the nightmare that was my Literature exam for A'levels. for those who don't know, it struck me JUST AS I WAS HANDING THE PAPER UP to the examiner that i had completely missed the point for one essay question. cried a fountain of tears for two hours straight after and moped around for the rest of the day, utterly convinced that i had flunked the exam. which, it turned out, i didn't, of course. ahem. #mountain out of molehill

last dream occurred just this morning, and featured the clique, whom i haven't seen since...i don't know when（Ω_Ω）<-- best emoji rendition of big wet eyes i've seen (use your imagination people) kaomoji ftw! #obsessed ANYWAY. for some reason, kitty got some lobang (i can think of no english equivalent atm) and roped lingie in, and my two dancer friends went to do part-time work as CABARET DANCERS. okay, not really cabaret dancers in the western burlesque style, but more of a mix with the 1940s shanghai (i think?) dancing girls who wore cheongsams and red lipstick and had immaculately permed hair. and being the good friends that we are, boomy and i decided to go support them. so we made our way to the backstage of where they were performing and stood around. and suddenly i noticed that there were some CHOCOLATE COOKIES left in a box at the side of some steps on the staircase! not wanting to be seen as greedy, i hinted to xiangli (she was just suddenly there) and she decided she wanted to bring them home. after she got them i meant to ask her for some, but for some reason i didn't. instead one hour before the show started i felt like i was there too early, and i should instead go home THEN come back again. so daddy magically appeared to fetch me...and he let me alight somewhere in the middle of a shopping mall construction site. i couldn't walk around it no matter how i tried and time was running out, so i decided to walk through it. but it was a maze inside, full of old shops and stairs and dead ends and i kept getting sidetracked by quirky knickknacks. never made it to the show before i woke up (-.-"") the weird thing was in the middle of this irrational dream i had this sudden rational thought that i should have just stayed backstage in the dance hall and saved myself the trouble.

yesterday i went to school to return prof his law journal. and tried to collect my mailbox key for the 49572817th time from the general office. no okay, it was only the 3rd time, not counting the times HE WAS NOT IN. on my second call, the facilities guy finally picked up and came to the front of the office with a plastic bag, and proceeded to search for my replacement key. had this sudden urge to grab the bunch of keys from him and roar "GIVE IT TO MEE", which would have been too shocking, so i politely clasped my hands together. went to the fourth floor to try my key, and surprise surprise, it couldn't work AGAIN. the 3rd time i stick a key into my mailbox, and stand there for the next 5 minutes trying to pry it open. all the while, the people sitting at the side benches discreetly minding their own business, although they might as well have flashing signboards of their thoughts above their heads which would read "omg what is she doing?! what an idiot" or "is she trying to steal something?!" i wanted to chew the lousy copy of a key into pieces and spit it out on the spot. but no, i embarrassedly shuffled off to the general office for the gazillionth time, and desperately told the facilities guy i needed to take stuff out from my mailbox. which of course, was not really true, since i only have criminal law notes feeding the fungi in there. but i had to instill some sense of urgency in him. so he said he'd go to the student counter with me to get the master key to open it first. wanted to grab the master key from him and run around opening all the mailboxes and putting fake spiders in them or something. but instead i had to pretend to take out a significant amount of notes from my own and lug them home when i didn't really need them. and i made him try the copy key to prove that it wasn't working, in case he thought i was pranking him.

decided i had a craving for KFC (yes, i know) and proceeded to go stuff my face alone at thomson plaza. these 3 youngsters (probably in poly or something?) sat at the table next to me, and tried their best not to appear as if they were talking about me. but you know how it is, when one minute people speak in normal volumes, and the next they drop their voices to low mutters, and one of them suddenly does this awkward turn of her head in a jerky, slow-mo way in your direction, and you feel her eyes on you for about 2 seconds, before she continues to turn it in the jerky slow-mo way like she's just looking at other things. yeah, that. i know, 'cause i do it sometimes, except not in such an awkward manner. i used to think it was quite sad and a little weird, having to eat alone in public. but then i realized many people do it. like during lunch hour in CBD. anyway, i wasn't the only lone diner in KFC. but you know how it is when you're not with someone, you feel like you have to be occupied with something as you eat? that was what i observed anyway. the lady on the other side of my table furiously tapping on her iphone with one hand as she ate the chicken with the other, the guy in front flipping through national geographic magazines as he took a bite into his burger...i guess everyone has a tendency to do that? but unforch my phone was running on low battery, and my laptop was tucked away in its sleeve. so yeah, i was the only one staring straight ahead as i ate, concentrating on the all-important task of properly digesting my food.

i am talking too much. i hope you didn't trawl through that. back to squinting at chinese words.