Day of dream: some days back
There were more before this, but I simply cannot remember...
It appears that I was Sheldon Cooper from sitcom The Big Bang Theory, and I was in a ballet class. We learned the 2 basic hand positions: the first and second positions. Sheldon/I tried the positions, a little stiffly, and slightly awkward due to Sheldon's height. Deciding that it was satisfactory, Sheldon/I gave one firm head nod, and stepped forward into the class, ready to take up anything with the 2 basic hand positions.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Dream Episode - Family dinner feud
Day of dream: last night
Reunion with family and friends is a must when I go home. We picked a restaurant in Singapore/Malaysia and invited friends to join us. The restaurant is very much like those in Malaysia, where the shop is not big enough to accommodate the numerous customers, and as such there is a long-term lease on the tent and open space outside.
We met the twins (Shao Suan and Shao Yin) first, under the tent. After they left, we needed to meet up with the family. I went into the restaurant to request for a table for our anticipated guests (probably relatives). One of the two hosts was Dai Yang Tian (戴阳天 from Mediacorp). I thought he looked familiar, and so I asked him. He admitted it. He was complimenting my looks. I wanted to tell him that he looks very much like my canoe polo coach, HengFu, but I was so flattered that I thought I would let that pass.
My family and I got a table outside the restaurant, beyond the tent. I gathered chairs from other tables, and being temporarily satisfied with my accomplishment, I took my seat. Next to our table, there was a huge, seemingly rich, family. The children (most of them around age 20) of the family already took their seats, while the parents are busy arranging seats. The oldest man of the family arrived, helped by a maid-servant. He must have been in his 80s or 90s. He was furious at his descendants incompetence to arrange seats correctly, yet he did not offer direct instructions. His children were at a lost, although the answer seemed very apparent to me. In two seconds, I took a quick low stride toward that table, moved the chairs while muttering "sorry" under my breath, and moved back to my seat. (As my mother was grumpy the entire day, I avoided sitting next to her and took a seat at the other side of the table, next to my father.) The entire family was shocked to silence. My mother, being exceeding grumpy in this dream, whispered accusations, "这么多事干吗？他过来骂你的话，你就知道!" (Why are you so busybody? What are you going to do when he comes over and scolds you?")
I ignored her rants while stealing glances at the neighboring table. After recovering from the initial shock, the old man walked over with slow determined steps. My heart pounded hard with each step he took. I was so afraid that my mother was right. I was so afraid that she was right about my failures.
In three slow steps, he reached our table. He punched his fist, missing my nose by a few inches, with his wrinkly thumb held high, and exclaimed but one word, "Good!" He then turned around and made his way back to his satisfied seat. I whispered under my breath to my dad, just loud enough so that my mom can hear, "我很怕他会骂我"Good!"呢！" (I was so afraid he would reprimand me "Good!")
Reunion with family and friends is a must when I go home. We picked a restaurant in Singapore/Malaysia and invited friends to join us. The restaurant is very much like those in Malaysia, where the shop is not big enough to accommodate the numerous customers, and as such there is a long-term lease on the tent and open space outside.
We met the twins (Shao Suan and Shao Yin) first, under the tent. After they left, we needed to meet up with the family. I went into the restaurant to request for a table for our anticipated guests (probably relatives). One of the two hosts was Dai Yang Tian (戴阳天 from Mediacorp). I thought he looked familiar, and so I asked him. He admitted it. He was complimenting my looks. I wanted to tell him that he looks very much like my canoe polo coach, HengFu, but I was so flattered that I thought I would let that pass.
My family and I got a table outside the restaurant, beyond the tent. I gathered chairs from other tables, and being temporarily satisfied with my accomplishment, I took my seat. Next to our table, there was a huge, seemingly rich, family. The children (most of them around age 20) of the family already took their seats, while the parents are busy arranging seats. The oldest man of the family arrived, helped by a maid-servant. He must have been in his 80s or 90s. He was furious at his descendants incompetence to arrange seats correctly, yet he did not offer direct instructions. His children were at a lost, although the answer seemed very apparent to me. In two seconds, I took a quick low stride toward that table, moved the chairs while muttering "sorry" under my breath, and moved back to my seat. (As my mother was grumpy the entire day, I avoided sitting next to her and took a seat at the other side of the table, next to my father.) The entire family was shocked to silence. My mother, being exceeding grumpy in this dream, whispered accusations, "这么多事干吗？他过来骂你的话，你就知道!" (Why are you so busybody? What are you going to do when he comes over and scolds you?")
I ignored her rants while stealing glances at the neighboring table. After recovering from the initial shock, the old man walked over with slow determined steps. My heart pounded hard with each step he took. I was so afraid that my mother was right. I was so afraid that she was right about my failures.
In three slow steps, he reached our table. He punched his fist, missing my nose by a few inches, with his wrinkly thumb held high, and exclaimed but one word, "Good!" He then turned around and made his way back to his satisfied seat. I whispered under my breath to my dad, just loud enough so that my mom can hear, "我很怕他会骂我"Good!"呢！" (I was so afraid he would reprimand me "Good!")
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