_{There are several dreams, I remember 2 of them now! (There's still more...)}

locked bag open, journal found

#mum _{Only remembered a scene, very brief} I have a storage bag with a lock, and inside is where I hide my journal. _{(Identical to real life)} I dreamt I was in my room, sitting at the bedside, and I saw Mum opening the bag and was holding my journal. I think I was kinda scared and the dream ended. _{Context: journal has many crazy content (wild and deranged, not necessarily erotic)}

trip to italy – fire boy and pricey cake

_{I have never been to Italy but somehow in the dream I was pretty sure it was specifically Italy but not other European places}

I was standing on a big street alone. The street was kind of broken (no traffic, no opened shops, concrete ground was kind of messy and wet). I saw a few teenage gangsters (like 4 people) on the street (around 50 meters away from me). They were searching/ hunting for something. One of the gang were splashing clear flammable liquids (pretty sure it’s not petrol but didn’t look like alcohol), and the other lit the surrounding they were standing on fire. Another one stepped into the fire and lit his head and half of his body on fire. I looked closely and it seemed that the boy on fire was not in pain. Anyways they stood there to search for their target briefly, before heading into one of the alleys of the street.

There was another group of gangster walking and appeared in front of me, it was a larger group like around 7 people. _{As I was typing, I start to forget the details :(} I think one of them has a large metal tube as his weapon. They were also finding something.

Later on, the small gang with the fire boy came out from another alleyway (also around 50m away), and these two groups saw each other. But they were not hostile towards each other, they kind of just acknowledged each other’s existence and they were finding different things.

I looked at the boy on fire again, because I couldn’t understand why he hasn’t burnt his skin dark yet. But he appeared unscathed, albeit still on fire. I was pretty sure the fire was hurting the boy in some way, but he’s still standing and moving along with his gang.

Feeling kind of weird, I walked along the street (along the direction of the fire gang) after the gang in front of me has left. Around 60m, there was a small zebra crossing with traffic lights. Two tall male gangsters with blonde braids and body covered with lots of tattoos were guarding the crossing. (They stood at my side of the road)

When the lights turned green, I attempted to lift my foot to cross the road, and they let me. They turned out to be very casual and they weren’t “guarding” the crossing whatsoever. Maybe they were also searching and waiting for someone.

As I was crossing the road, I looked on my left, it was a vibrant street on an upward slope. There were many tourists, as if it was a tourist attraction. It was very pretty and the buildings were “glowing” in pale gold under the sunshine. And the sky was very blue and clear. The trams on the road looked very classical and “royal”, very clean and white and gold. I took a lot of pictures while crossing the road. The driver and passengers in the tram were friendly and smiled at me while I was taking photos of the road with the tram included.

Opposite to the road was an entrance to a cathedral. On the left of it, there was a gelato booth. Around 8 people are queuing up for the gelato on the road. I wanted to see the price but there was no menu. So I just walked past the booth.

As I was walking past, Mom saw me and stopped me in my tracks. I asked her how much was the gelato, she said it was six. I said oh never mind. Then she excitedly showed me a box she was carrying. It was a cake box. She said “the cake is bought for you, and we can eat it together.” _{(in cantonese)} She took out the receipt to show me the cake has discounted from 600 to 120. “What’s the currency????” I finally asked. “What else would it be, look at the receipt yourself,” Mom replied. “Euros??” I asked. “That means ×10??” I asked again.

That’s so expensive for a cake, I thought.

I continued walking along the street, ready to check out what’s inside the shops. _{And then I woke up and the dream ended.}

(She didn't reply to my question regarding the currency)

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sanitary pad

_{Idek if this counts as a dream cuz it was just one scene for a couple of minutes, and then I have to wake up and get off the bus}

So basically theres a colourful rectangular plastic protective wrapper outside/ attached to the sanitary pad right, I dreamt I was using scissors to trace and cut this wrapper along the shape of the pad (i.e. from rectangular to pad-shaped)

I haven’t even finished cutting, and then I forced myself to wake up cuz the shuttle was near the terminal.

_{So random cuz I’m not having my period recently/ currently}

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Podium playground

I am on a “podium level” of something _{(feels like rooftop though, I can directly see the sky)}, there are buildings on the sides of the podium _{(Feels like the highway 970X would drive past (there are buildings around the highway), around saiyingpun? before entering western harbour crossing)}

The podium iirc is T-shaped Left right and middle are three “zones” of the playground I first visited the middle part, then right side, and then I glide/ skate all the way to the left side (The floor is super glossy and I can just skate with normal shoes everywhere)

Middle zone

the floor is drawn like a chessboard On the chessboard, there are a lot of different pills. Every pill takes up one square. Seems like they’re all antidepressants. I’m choosing an antidepressant Next to the drawn chessboard, a message popped up on the floor, it was an annotation/ comment by Arthur (lmao) He chose one antidepressant for me Half me was like finally I have medications; the other me was like noo I will become more stupid after taking it

Right zone

I forgot what exactly was there, kind of empty and spacious, maybe there were some closed shops at the sides

Left zone

I skated across and arrived at the left zone It’s a mini playground with actual facilities for kids, like 🛝 I didn’t play though, just walked past (actual facilities in dream differed from those in the drawing, but I am sure there was at least a slide)

That’s all I remember from the dream

火腿蛋漢堡

At a canteen-like place; the cashier is the same counter where they prepare meals _{(The counter reminds me of the canteen counter in driving school, they also put ordering and prepping meals at the same place) (I haven’t ordered/ eaten from that canteen before though!)} Three people cut my queue One for 豬柳蛋漢堡, two for 火腿蛋漢堡(?? Hamburger variant lmao) The cashier/ counter was counting down “2 火腿蛋漢堡 left!” “1 left!” after the two people ordered. But I didn’t intervene (like I didn’t say I come first, I wanted that burger)

Finally it’s my turn to order It was sold out

:( and I was like nooo I don’t want 豬柳蛋漢堡 (a lot remaining) :((((( And the cashier looks fed up like an irl Hong Konger cashier, her eyes are like what do you want then

_{(Side note: I remembered on bday day aka Friday, I was the last person in the queue to be able to ride the shuttle bus, the people behind me can’t cuz it’s full, so lucky}

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large group bday meal

#secschool _{(Btw, bright colourful top heading is a random title for the blog entry; dark smaller headings are titles I give for different dream) Suddenly remembered this dream I had today morning} I was at a large round table dinner gathering thing with many not-that-familiar secondary school classmates We were having general conversations _{(I didn’t remember the content)}, and I’m mostly listening instead of talking, as always Then we mentioned something about birthdays, and one of the classmates say it’s her birthday today _{(I wasn’t close to her irl, we were in the same class in… Primary 1 (and P4?) only; but I think Charlotte mentioned her name when we’re chatting two months ago randomly) (yes in the dream it’s Secondary school gathering) (well our primary and secondary are connected so the people are the same)}

Anyways this person has short hair and quite boyish irl Lol And then in the dream I’m the first to react and wished her happy birthday

Lmaoo that’s all I can remember

_{Ok I think it’s because although my secondary school squad has mentioned about organising a bday dinner on 22/3 aka the day, they eventually didn’t do anything so I went to my usual cat cafe alone for the night lol But the next day they whatsapped about organising the meal on 29/3 (someone started a vote but seems two can’t come) (well I don’t think they can make it, idc) (maybe I care a lot cuz I dreamt something similar, but LMAO ok I don’t care, yeah… just a bit :P cuz I “reserved” a night for them haha)} (Regarding the people in my dream, none of them are part of my squad lol) And there are 6 people (including me) in my squad, but I think there are >10 in the dream, it’s like the chinese 一圍檯

_{Wow as I’m typing, the person who started the vote started another vote with way more timeslots for us to choose hahahahaha awh so determined (Oh btw the person is Jamie aka the girl who didn’t notice I was suffocating from the cake; unknowingly helped me explain about me “naturally pressing the search bar on prnhub” etc, she’s a nice person lol)}

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banana flan presentation

Dreamt about doing a group presentation about diseases?? Pathogens?? We have to rush to the blackboard to mark down what part _{(irl side note as I was typing this LMAO a guy was reversing on the road and unfortunately theres a police car driving by, and the police yelled through the speaker and started the siren; we pedestrians on the bridge were all eating peanut)} anyways, marking down what part of the presentation we are responsible for, and I can’t choose between like 3 parts, finally I chose one about sharing about a banana flan/ pudding thing _{(bro now i think about it it’s not related to diseases and med, it sounded very reasonable in the dream though)} So my part was short, I was supposed to talk about how an comedian/ influencer collaborated with McDonald’s to sell this banana flan, and then display the menu, and scroll through the official webpage and thats it

Before starting my part of the presentation, the tutor who was grading the presentation told me to be quicker since we’re running out of time, and I'm like okay sure no problem But then I just couldn't find the webpages to present, google search doesn't show the page, I narrowed down my search to the words in the url but it doesn't appear either and everyone’s waiting lol, kinda embarrassed Before trying to type in the direct url, the dream ended

_{Side note I hate bananas and I think flans taste awful}

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Photos & timeline

#arthur Had a dream where Arthur wants to know more about me but couldn’t find much info and pics of me on google photo search, so he asked me (in text form) to provide him with more photos of the younger me (in his sentence he wrote the word shit twice but not with a derogatory meaning at all) _{(Irl: Idk if I listened correctly but I think one time he said What the fuck) (lol) (idk not sure) (but I'm amused I find it funny)} And in the dream I was planning to compile a timeline of my “history” as if I’m writing a portfolio (which included random stuff I never talked about as they don’t seem relevant to therapy … like mum buying minecraft java (pc) edition for me as a reward for completing my interview for secondary school, and I don’t need to play on my pirated bedrock (phone) edition anymore; and starting a public minecraft server with 20 concurrent players and the user limit of the server is 20 so basically it’s full and I am proud of it and I think it is worthy enough to be put into a hobbyist portfolio lmao)

_{… so random Maybe it’s because I signed up for some free website building page and I’m making something similar lmfao (btw this page is also one of those random free page thingy- but I’m quite confused cuz in their homepage, I believe this is a paid service- but I’m using all the premium features for free Maybe my user acc is glitched, let’s see how long I can use this website for) (the other reason I signed up is to occupy this “/dream” webpage) The bad thing about this compared to google docs is that readers cant annotate on any specific sentences (hmm can they comment at all??), nor the ability to search for words? I can add labels/ hashtags though. It’s less intuitive than google docs, but theres no storage limit (I hope); and it looks cute (I customised the background and all sorts of decorations!! (coughs I stole most of the codes coughs not my original work)}

5G network

The day before today, I dreamt that everyone had 5G network on their phones but I was running on 2G bruh _{(Oh after I woke up I was fiddling around with my apple watch settings and I finally activated my esim) (Maybe the dream is due to me searching for the function in the cmhk mobile app in the past few days- and I browsed through every data plan out of curiosity) (this is how I waste time every day – e.g. I had to check out the entire shop catalog before ordering stuff… I was browsing for phone cases in a taobao shop… Im pretty sure they are resellers cuz they had 760+ cases- and I browsed through all of them and I didn’t like any lmao, so my time was wasted)}

_{Btw the only constructive thing I did yesterday was watering my plant. Today my parents went Shenzhen (it’s a Sunday). Yet I spent hours of my precious “me time”… crying and curling in my bed, kinda useless I realised I can cry better if I deliberately try to make “sad sounds/ crying sounds”?? Like 嗚嗚… and I will be able to cry}

_{But I don't know why I am crying. And I don’t know why I want to harm myself (I realised I want to make marks on myself because that makes me “customised”- like I’m creating “me” instead of completely being someone else’s commodity. And this process is solely based on my decision instead of others.) (Drawings doesn’t work anymore because they are virtual and fake and not the actual me) (But there should be a lot of ways to “create” myself (although I don’t know what options I have lol), I don’t know why I ended choosing this)}

_{I hid my tools and journals in a zipped up treasure bag this week, so far it’s working but I feel like part of “me” is gone}

_{Kind of shitty cuz I’m scared of bleeding, and from the clinical skills session where I learnt how to draw blood, the veins are actually really superficial so yeah bruh Technically it’s not self harming cuz I never bled Gah i feel so bad because a really nice primary school teacher told our class not to do those things during our last day before graduation, and we nodded our heads. I feel like if I self harm I couldn’t keep this “promise” (even though it wasn’t a promise at first place). I feel like I’m letting a lot of people down. I didn’t improve. I don’t even know what I am feeling. Back then in the sexual health booth, I don’t even know how to feel/ respond to the fabricated scenario. All I know is to see how others respond and copy their reactions, but I never had an “original” respond.}

_{I should stop rambling on- this is a dream log}

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(ok subheading 3 hashtag with space, and tags is one hashtag) Testing this webpage, lol ddddddddrrrrrreeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaammmmmm gonna type some 中文 to test my font 你好嗎我很好謝謝再見 and some numbers 1234567890 ok bye lets see how link works https://paper.wf/dream/ another link to the same page and now embedding a photo hmm

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