xiandreamlog

[xiandreamlog]

20th of August 2022. IDK I think it is about nostalgia.

I slept very late in dawn that night. Around 2 a.m. I suppose. I do not remember what happened first but what I remember when I wake up is that I was in front on my old school. But now its different. it feels like I was years older and now the school has combined the primary, middle, and high school buildings to one gigantic shopping mall like building. It was cool. The vibe kinda gave me IKEA store kinda vibe.

The classic primary colors dashing through the walls and there were many entry and exit gates with securities checking the temperature of the students.

I went inside and found lots of student drawn banners hanging on the ceiling. Some of them were arts, quotes, protest lines. "Wow, so free and open-minded," I thought.

Students were gathering there eating their lunch. Now I know that place is kind of a student lounge area. At the back of the student lounge was a teather. The class setting was like university classes with rows of seats from low to high. It was crowded.

The next thing I know, I was in a hotel with a friend of mine that I do not remember vividly. Oh, the person that lives next to my room was a girl in my current university. I remember I forgot to bring my room keys outside of my room and I forgot to bring some of my stuff. I went back upstairs to my room and found an African-American manager that looks a lot like the cashier guy from Kingsman/John Wick, I forget. He told me that he will go to floor 7 first and then go back to my room. Idk why he said that bcs he had the master key room to every room at that moment. Maybe there was an urgent matter on the 7th floor. When I looked at what floor I was in, I remember that I was in the 6th floor.

While waiting, I saw my friends room and it was HUUGE. it can fit around 25 people in a room. There was a bed next to a window that was covered with dark brown curtains. The room looked like a vertical rectangle from the entry door. Next to the bed was the bathroom, in front of the bedroom was the clothes hanging box (i forget the english name). and next to the toilet were sofas for guest room.

Somehow I can enter my room and the next scene was there was a lot of people in my room. I reckon those were my friends and a girl senior from my university. She is hella smart. and then there was a knock from the room next door. Someone from there shouted: Hey lets have a battle. Ill ask you guys a question and you have to answer it. If its right, you win. Okay, we said. it was weird. The wall that divided our room looks florary and looks like a board that can be slided. Somehow the room next door was not my university friend anymore, it is a room filled with so many people and it looked like a gym in a school with tribunes and a basketball court.

they handed us 10 questions about sciency and financy stuff and divided it in colorful pens. They told us that they divide them so it would be fair bcs all the people in my uni come from different majors. The first question was about why Citronella has a good relationship with ... ( I forget). But what I answered was because there is a mutualism between the birds and the plants. The birds look at the beautiful colorful flowers and they were attracted to it, they eat it( or extract the nectar, i forget) and they poo there. The poo is nutritious for the plant to grow.

It was considered right atm but nobody responded to me. they were too busy chatting and talking. Oh and the genius senior girl was taken by them because they said that both parties need to be equally smart. but somehow i can still call her and ask her for guidance.

Back to the nobody responded me except for one boy. He was my friend from elementary. we sat together at that time and when I was sad bcs nobody responded to what i felt (i spent so much time researching and finding the answers but nobody cared). He looked at me so long and stared at me. Oh i havent mentioned, to give the answers, i have to climb the wall and there was a huge hole at the top of the wall.

When the wall was slid, we all went to the basketball court area and just mingle with them like the battle did not just happen. my senior genius girl turns out to have a friend there (a very close one). The three of them were talking so seriously at the tribune. I decided to yeet out of that place through the back of the seats and just left. I do not remember what happened next but when I wake up, I felt so refreshed even though I slept at 2 a.m. in the morning.

My body somehow timers my sleep to 8-10 hours. I wake up very late during this summer holiday and I feel bad for my family because half of my day is spent sleeping. I hope I can handle myself well and have a healthy sleeping schedule.

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The Supposed Soulmate (14/08/2022)

In today's nap, i dreamed of meeting my soulmate. He is a black guy and somehow, I have never seen him before but I knew that he was supposed to give me those two books. One is a white book with sky blue 'B' letter on the cover, the other one is some kind of a poetry book, a smaller one, with a cover like fantasy books (marmalade border and an illustration of a girl sitting under a tree reading). The place on where he gave me that book was at a big (supposed) palace. On the back of it is where we stayed. It was haunted -- i guess. On the front, there is a path with swimming pools (indoor) on the left and right side. The building color was gray and the architecture theme was a kingdom in Europe like. the path was full of flowers and the people there was kinda diverse. I went there with my family. On the pool, I somehow was attracted with a white guy who had orange hair as long as his neck. He was my ideal type. His body was quite big with broad shoulders and he was ... cute. I don't know why but I immediately hugged him (he was in a position of laying down on a beach seat). He was shocked but he hugged me back and laughed. After that, the black guy came and when he wanted to hand me the book, someone threw that book to the swimming pool. Thank God, the black guy immediately picked that book up and handed it to me. It was full of handwritten notes clipped on some pages and the most on the last page. I smiled very bigly, I looked at him with such awe, I felt like I knew him for a long time. I told him thanks and not much words. After that, I went out of the pool with my fam and it was a library. I searched the books for a while while waiting for my mom in the toilet. Because I wanted to go to the toilet too, I went inside and I was curious about a button so I pressed it and peed. Suddenly, a woman janitor cleaned the floor of my toilet chamber with a water spraying gun (bidet) and cleaned the floor. I shouted so loudly and said, later please, later. She just looked at me and continued her business. I immediately zipped up my pants and went outside. She explained me that the button I pressed was a 'clean the chamber' button. Oh, how peculiar. The toilet was dark blue themed, kinda like Baywalk Mall's toilet. I went out from that place and searched for more books. I somehow realized that this is a dream and I have to read that book before I wake up. But, I could not read the book, I could not open it, I can't do anything. So I just bring the book and saw some notes (but did not read it). Somehow in my mind, I was delaying it, somehow, waiting for a good time to read it. I think this reflects with my real life where I always wait for a special moment with special ambience for me to start working on something. The library's theme was white with wooden book shelves. The ceiling was very high, I like how airy the place was. The book shelves were coordinated like NTU's Social Science library, but more spacious. Then, Somehow, the white book with 'B' typography on the cover dissappeared from my hand and was replaced with a green 'Why' comic book. I somehow proceeded to cover it with plastic cover, cut the extra pieces and 'borrowed' the book. I was overhearing a conversation between the person in front of the line and the cashier. She asked, "How long can I borrow this book?" "I live overseas so I might not be able to return this book again." The cashier had some kind of policy but I could not hear it. The cashier was a white girl. So came my turn and I asked the same question. I just borrowed the book and thought, well, if I cannot return this book to the library, there is no other choices. But I can give it to the tourguide given that he will go here on the next trip. My dream ended there.