spoiled chinese girl

I haven’t remembered my dreams in a while so this is going to be exciting for me. (I also haven’t blogged in forever, sorry about that my few but faithful followers!)

Full house at my place, me, my mom and my dad. Somehow I got the bright idea of cooking a “full” breakfast for myself, but without really any normal food in the kitchen. So I decide that cooking fish (my dad fishes IRL) would be a great breakfast.

Of course, I don’t know how to actually cook fish, let alone a flash-frozen whole fish with all the insides & outsides still attached. But I decided that boiling the fish would be a good way to cook it since there was not enough time to steam it before I had to leave for work. (?)

So I’m in the kitchen, boiling water, mom enters the kitchen, dad enters the kitchen, I’m for some reason boiling this fish… and I start hearing a voice about how the water’s getting kind of warm. I look around but my parents are ignoring me, and this fish that’s sort of in it’s boiling water bath is starting to fall apart so I’m picking at it a bit.

When I notice that it just blinked. My dead, almost-done-cooking fish blinked at me. Very clear eyes like it was still alive, and continues to blink every few seconds. (Do fish even have eyelids IRL???) And the voice continues more panickey about how it’s getting really warm, to finally a screaming in my head about how it hurts, especially when I stick a fork into the side & remove some flesh for my consumption.

Keep looking around, no one else seems to hear any hint of that voice that’s screaming at me about how much pain it’s in & how hot the water is.

That’s about as far as I remember sadly. I probably woke up very confused.

I had a dream Saturday Morning… this is it here.

For some reason I’d been arrested. I was in “jail” as were many of my (IRL) friends… both male and female.  While all of us had to wear those horrible orange jumpsuits, we were allowed to sort of hang out all together… almost like in Oz’s “Em City.”  I think I had been arrested for beating someone up.

At some point it was time for visitors, and the visitors just walked through a revolving door and came to hang out with what ever in-mate they were looking to visit.  At this point the whole jail had the feeling of a mall food-court, there was a coffee shop and loads of just tables and chairs attached like at food courts/fast food restaurants.

I was looking for someone… or something… there were some of my friends (my IRL friends) and suddenly we were getting into various sexual acts…

It was fun. While not thrilled at the idea of being in jail/prison… I definitely woke up with a smile.

Finally some guy asked me what I did for a living that would not require such a skill, since he was in law enforcement and they needed this training. Told him I work in printing, and most likely print the cheques that his pay cheque is written on every week.  But my goal is to work in the money printing company for the government.  That earned his respect.

Ended up being allowed to leave, the next day I’m walking down a street (that I would recognize in Toronto) and am walking into this dingy nail salon but had a bunk-bed up against the store-front window. Go in because I forgot my notebook the night before being questioned.  Some very old grandmother-like lady tells me they left messages for me inside my note book.

Walk out, seeing a typed half page… then about three other people who had hand-written messages.  The dude typed his letter, then there was a female officer who patted me down at the beginning, and my friend from the mall.  Someone wrote on the back but I couldn’t figure out who that was.

At some point I’m driving… and driving… and suddenly through a series of winding tunnels through some mountain ranges.  That’s fine.  It’s getting dark and I keep trying to figure out when a good time would be to turn on my headlights.  At the end of one tunnel I slow down because I’m staring down a car in the wrong lane.  Apparently there was a sharp turn immediately out of the tunnel… and they needed to get into my lane to make it around because that car had a trailer attached.  I didn’t understand it because if they went wide (in their own lane) they would have been just fine since the sharp turn was to my right.

Immediately leaving this tunnel I’m suddenly parked at the side of the road. Everyone’s milling around, and all of a sudden we’re being yelled at by law enforcement to get down so everyone drops to the ground face-down.  People start getting up, I join them, go turn my car off and grab the keys.  We’re all being patted down for some reason, I’m worrying about the knife I hold inside my wallet but that gets overlooked.

Somehow I’m in America and am getting this shotgun approach to questioning.  Part of which included someone yelling random numbers at me and when I got confused it was explained I was supposed to add these numbers up in my head and yell back an answer.  I was made fun of because as a Canadian we don’t do this apparently.

I was walking through the local mall with someone and while walking past a group of people all dressed the same sitting on a bench, and what seemed like medical personnel surrounding them like they were taken out of some race.  I ended up telling the person I was with how I went to school with them.

We took the escalator up to the second floor where somehow my companion got accosted by an older gentleman who kept talking her ear off.  I got to the top level (somehow she got there much faster than I did) and grabbed her hand in a subtle “Okay nice talking to you but we really need to go!” kind of way.

Ended up in a music store looking at the new releases for music and movies.  Had some teenagers jump ahead of me in line to ask about free posters and other promotional material.  Finally thought about it and it made sense… if Wednesday is new release day for movies (it’s not IRL, I think it’s Friday for theatre and DVD) then the best time to ask for promo materials is Tuesday night.  This was confirmed by me seeing various POP displays half-assembled around the store.