Neko

dream

dream log (backup on rant.li/dream)

very very large meal

4 dishes each i only finished the first one (noodles) and was on the second one (giant bowl of mixed fried rice) everyone else on the table were on their bowls of rice either so I don't really feel pressured, and mum told me it's okay to just leave the rest there, but I still kind of want to eat more.

At the end of the meal me and another boy were eating their food while the older relatives were looking at us slightly amazed. I was purely because I suddenly had some appetite at the end so that's why I started eating again.

(I think this is because mum forwarded a post of a doctor’s article and the last line was like if you studied and think medicine is not for you, you can quit it, so I was wondering if mum felt the same way or if she is just forwarding for the front part of the article which talked about study tips)

skipping class and doing dumb fun things with wardmates

Part 1

#pbl #uni

I was on my way to school from Hung Hom mtr. I have a dictation in the morning. However I accidentally rode the wrong train, and I went to HMT station. Then I saw the other platform had the train to go back to the correct direction (it's in lime colour like the ocean park line), so I rode it, but once I got on and saw the mtr line sticker thing within the compartment I found the HMT station had a new name and the line was actually different. But it was more like a boiled down 特急 version of Kwun Tong Line (cuz the shape of the line was just like the U-shaped Kwun Tong line), but with mixture from important stations of other lines, all with different station names. HMT — Hung Hom — Kowloon Tong — Kai Tak/ Diamond Hill (? the one with brown line interchange) etc. I was like omg this is so smart they just incorporated stations with just the right interchanges. (Bc I thought Hung Hom had the red interchange... Initially I thought huh where's the red line then, and then I mistakenly thought Hung Hom had)

Anyways when the “train” was about to start, they announced this was the last special train (特別班次) of the day, so I felt very special and lucky. But then when it started I realised this was actually a bus. I thought oh shit, but then it was going along the stations so it wasn't a big deal so I didn't worry much. I saw the cross harbour tunnel through window of the bus and the bus entered a carpark nearby. And then a tour guide came over and congratulated us in joining such a special occasion. The bus transformed into a grand dining hall, and we were seated at long tables. I was the last one on the first long table. And we got T-shirts, notebooks, etc as souvenirs. As we pass along the notebooks, some were of exclusive design, and so we were like wow whoever was receiving it was so lucky

But on the other hand I was worried about getting late to school – actually the second I realised I rode the wrong line I was already lowkey anxious (Actually as of writing now, me too- update: alr late and missed the class)

I told the person sitting on the left of me about me actually in a hurry. She said oh you can just leave now ! They won't stop you I was like :o. But then I told her I still want the souvenirs if they hand out more later, and the upcoming food. So I didn't really want to leave.

Then I looked across the table and saw sitting opposite to me was my ward groupmates, Alex and Benson. I told them I actually had an exam (I spoke wrongly here, it should be a dictation) in the morning at 10. They were like oh shit you have an exam ??? I was like yeah but I couldn't make it in time and I think it has already passed. I think I couldn't make it to the afternoon class either.

They said, how about you get a doctor's note? I said that's a good idea, but it's alr late now so perhaps I'll do it tmr. I have a clogged nose anyways (in the dream I felt my nose clogging). (I started coughing intermittently in the dream which is a good thing that means I can be more authentic when getting the absent slip)

Then Alex showed a prescription, he said, speaking of which, our group had a diagnosis (I assume from the faculty), and they gave us these drugs to take. And then together we said the name of the drug: [well I forgot- starts with D and ends with sth like dipine. I suspect diazepam or amlodipine but they don't feel like the name in dream] And we both knew this is for ADHD (in the dream).

The medication bottle was interestingly designed. We can only open it gently and slowly during specific times of the day. Inside the can were a lot of batteries along with big tablets of drugs, and the lid had a razor blade thingy. If you open the lid in bright sunlight, and quickly, the razor blade would rub against the metal electrodes of the batteries and it will catch fire.

I opened the lid next to a desk lamp. And then the can of drugs had some sort of hissing sound. I was like uhhh And Benson was like oh shit And I realised it was because of the light of the desk lamp Then Benson tried to use his hand to test the heat of the light coming from the desk lamp. I was like no why are you hurting yourself lol Benson continued to hold his hand until he suddenly retracted his hand, so we laughed at him. Then the light hit the can again and the can started hissing more so we were like oh no,

Then I took a drug tablet out and tried to put in my mouth but I realised it is the water soluble ones like the vitamin C ones. So I spit it out before it bubbles more, and put it in a lid and add water to it but I forgot this other lid had many pores and spaces. So I poured the whole thing into the drug can !!

Then it hissed more and I was like oh no why am I so dumb !!!! And Alex was like oh no why are WE so dumb

I woke briefly and thought I had such happy times with this group. And also Mancy's group. And I thought of the weirdos in other groups and I thought I am very fortunate. And then I napped again.

Part 2

#mum

Told mum at night around 9pm-ish I'd like to see a doctor tmr morning (friday) to get the sick leave note. Mum said why not now? I said the clinic has already closed! Mum was like oh right. I said how about tmr 11am. Or 10. Mum was like I heard the clinic would be full by 7am lets go there early! So I was like okay. And I told her I'll get a 2-day absence (tmr morning and today). (because tmr afternoon at 3pm in the dream I need to see arthur anyways so I need some sort of excuse — but mum still doesn't know lol)

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upset about Our Lady

#OurLady #uni #exchange

I was sitting beside Charlotte Chan (our cohort one). We were talking about our travels during exchange, and I was mentioning about the trip with Our Lady. [here I forgot what exactly I talked about but it was quite important] I was quite sad actually. Then Our Lady walked by, and Charlotte told her [her actions] made me sad. Our Lady felt surprised, and seemingly genuinely asked me, if she had hurt me/ made me sad [again i forgot the exact wordings] And I just really wanted to cry and almost bursted into tears. But I wasn't sure if she was just really autistic and blunt that's why she kept being insensitive and now she knows, or if she was kind of deliberate so I didn't dare to show my true emotions aka crying bc that would be showing my weakness to her.

leng grade tutor & white corridors building

I was going to a tutorial and my tutor gives leng grade (good grades). I then met some others in the tutorial waiting room and we were comparing our tutors and that person's tutor was so annoying and kept sending them emails and followups and gives poor grades, so I felt pretty lucky about mine lol.

Later I went into a building with lots of white corridors. It was like a mini maze. I was calling someone via my phone (perhaps my mum), and guiding myself to the staff pantry and some other utility rooms, along with the signs stuck on the wall at quite a high level. I was a bit nervous of getting lost, but there were clear pink big banners on the walls of the paths which leads back to the exit/ entrance so I wasn't too scared of exploring the place either. Nevertheless I still tried to remember the path which I came from in hindsight.

(I suspect I dreamt the building cuz 1. our class watched a vid on LINAC machines and how the clinic designed the floor plan with a “maze” to bounce off the radiation before it reaches the entrance. 2. the new wellness team office was literally so eerily white like a lab and there was a long corridor there. I wonder who tf designed that.)

sleeping with mum

#mum

I really wanted to fap so I was trying to hump in the dream. But it wasn't really arousing so I used my hand, which started to work and I wanted to moan a little, but then mum seemed to be beside me on the bed so I didn't dare to. Luckily I didn't because later I felt her arm and turned to the side and found her napping next to me. I was a bit annoyed and also quite shocked because I thought I had developed the habit of locking the bedroom door. But again I wouldn't trust myself completely on that, and I tried to take a look at the doorknob to see the lock status, but mum was in the way of my view and I didn't want to move too conspicuously to wake her up.

Eventually I actually woke and saw my door was perfectly locked and mum was ofc not on my bed. But I missed out on the fapping lol.

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jy in alumni appreciation post

#jy

I was scrolling through red book and saw a post of an alumni who went for a uni tour. In the captions she/he mentioned about jy as her favourite mentor and who she appreciated and liked the most. The name she wrote was in chinese (not irl name- dream only) and it was not jy’s name, but when you spell it out it was identical and in the dream I knew she was exactly saying jy. I was reading it and feel a bit like 違う… he was not this nice mentor you think you are… and I felt a bit “betrayed?” (Idk what’s a better word for it)

I wanted to comment and tell her about my incident but I didn’t want to expose myself, and I felt like it wasn’t necessary for an alumni that’s like years older to know about that, and I’d rather keep her little fantasy and likes and gratitude towards her mentor…

I felt upset I can’t really bring my experiences into light because of that, and felt convoluted.

ivan in a bra

#ivan

I was walking around hung hom wet market ish where there was a sports centre Then I came across Ivan in a bra and a very revealing crop top He was very proud of what he was wearing so I was like okay

Then we went to sit by a nearby bench when we opened our laptops I was showing him some new software and games I downloaded. And shared about a random joke I heard during class, which was using your hand to pose as if you are showing ppl number 4 (i.e. you do not show your thumb), and then you do the action like the 67 meme but diagonally, as if you are subtly jerking off.

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visiting arthur’s home

#arthur

Today’s session was at Arthur’s home. It was my first time vising there. I was wearing today’s irl pajamas aka just a dress.

We were about to begin our session when he got a bit shocked and asked me what time would today’s session end at, and I told him 4 sth pm? Maybe 5 sth, and he was seemingly feeling in trouble and needed to do some work on his computer (i suspect I clashed the time with another client at 5 sth) so I peeked around his desk and found him writing his travel journal. He stuck a few photos of him at egypt, and used felt pens to write on the book. I was pleasantly surprised we have such similar handwriting. I looked around his other piles of paper and they are all written in colourful felt pens and with the same handwriting and so I commented happily to him that his handwriting was similar to me! Then I went to his other rooms for a while and saw his bedroom behind a closet door. I went in and kneeled on the bed. I imagined him and his wife on this twin bed and yet I am kneeling on the bed with my very short dress so I was horny. There was a mirror on the side and I looked at my curves on the mirror. I wanted to take a selfie of me on his bed but I didn’t take my phone with me, so I went out of the bedroom and decided to peek around the rest of the rooms before going back to his therapy room (his study room) to grab my phone.

I glanced and saw the kitchen at the very end, and towards the other side of the corridor it was his rather spacious living room with big shelves of books.

I went back to his room and he wasn’t ready yet. He wrote a slip with blue felt pen and i guess it was for the next client to tell her to wait, but after reading I don’t think it was for that purpose. But I couldn’t recall the sentence when I woke up.

I got my phone and headed back to the bedroom, however now there were much clutter in the closet, so no matter which closet door I open, I could see the bedroom just there but I couldn’t reach it because of the clothes piled up. So I eventually decided to try and step over the clothes to reach the bed, at least closer to which I could selfie with the bed, but at this moment Arthur came out of his room and called me. I looked back and saw him reaching out his arms. I came out of the closet and he hugged and carried me, and I felt like I was back at a very young age of kindergarten to early primary, when my parents still carried me like that and when I was light enough to be carried. I was lifted high into his chest, and I held his face. I leaned over, looking straight into his eyes and face for the first time. His face was very clear. I couldn’t read his emotions, but he was at ease and perhaps his eyes were smiling. I had a strong urge to kiss him. As I was leaning forward, I felt kissing on the lips was not quite good, so I eventually kissed him just by his lip to his right. (* like how a toddler would lightly kiss their guardian on their faces)

(I am not even sure if I kissed my parents like that before because I really disliked doing so. I only remember my dad would rub his stubble on my face and the prickly sensation of it. I kind of miss being a very young kid, but at the same time I don’t bc school was very scary and boring and pointless asf + I had ZERO days of decent sleep back then And also hugs are scary when parents throw you and you get that centrifugal force and it would constitute in most of your childhood nightmares)

presentation

Did 3 group presentations, and every time actually I wasn’t sure which part would be my script so I had to focus intensely and when it arrived to a familiar slide I knew it was mine and I would have to start talking without preparation, and at the mean time if my part came too late I worried if I was freeriding this presentation and I would have 0 contribution and be reported (I wasn’t anxious about freeriding I was just anxious of getting reported) And at the third presentation my slide was actually not polished and it included a bit of my personal behavioural change project part rather than the group part so while I was talking I had to explain for it and transition to a brand new group part with elaboration

Dreams like this are really draining and it impacted my energy level to head to school not gonna lie. They are a bit too vibrant, or maybe because I put too much effort to perform well in my dreams too. I can’t help it though I think. If I don’t work hard in the dream it would turn into a nightmare. Also my friend told me recording my dreams wasn’t too sustainable because I spent a bit too much time on it, but I like it, idk what to do. I actually don’t know if I like dreaming or not- like ofc I like seeing my therapist in my dreams and it makes me feel better during the day but I’m thinking if my dreams were too vibrant although sometimes I knew I was dreaming so I wasn’t too scared. Idk if I need to get it checked out or sth honestly.

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excluded in class

#secschool my f1 classmistress asked me about if she should use the starnote app for notetaking. Angelika popped in with her simple notes (post-it) and said this was written using starnote. In return she took my notebook and started drawing some calligraphy art on it. Friends[1] (Elizabeth) were whispering to me it wasn't what you need because she was just writing US holidays like diwali. I said yeah I don't need it but it's fine I explained how starnote was unideal for her because of its lack of stability and risk of losing her notes. She thanked me. I sat relatively in front (6th column 2nd row) and I thought this was to monitor my behaviour since I was not too compliant in class seat neighbour preferred to sit with the person in front of me, and so they moved their desks and chairs and I am left alone in the double profile of seats, looked obvious and I feel quite alone there is a in class tiny competition and we were split into two groups. One half was the left side of the classroom where there were a lot of people seated so their group was large, the other side was mine with little people and already two that disliked me. I looked at the other side and found most of the “friends”[1] I knew were there, cheering together. I was very upset with myself and I felt excluded.

[1] These classmates were all in F2 especially the large squad (over half the class) which I had been trying very hard to enter but I couldn't. I suspect one of the reason was because I was already part of a small squad I disliked (# 6grass + when # A was still in there, and I wanted to escape from A so I tried leaving my group but that group didn't adopt me so). Or the other bigger reason was they didn't really like me. Idk :(

Starnote: bc I watched a redbook reel about it; US holidays and diwali: I saw it on my ipad calendar and deleted it; theme of what I really want for myself: briefly touched on therapy yesterday; f2 friends: when arthur mentioned the topic of being excluded in school I was thinking if I had any, but that time I didn't really feel much. I think I wasn't passively being excluded in f2 bc the choice of switching squads was mine. I don't think I really got excluded before. But every best friend I had had closer friends so no one ended up playing with me or doing projects with me, or having lunch with me (initially). But that's not exactly exclusion

bj & sex w arthur

#arthur There were two rooms. There was one client and one therapist in each room. Though I think both rooms were managed by Arthur. After waiting briefly a client came out in one room and I entered.

The room initially had a hotel room layout. It was dim inside with a twin bed(?). Arthur was naked and lying on the bed.

So I decided to grab this opportunity. I hopped on bed and wanted to do a blowjob for him. (I think here his dick wasn't erected yet) But my hands were very cold and I apologised to him. He's okay with it so I tried rubbing my hands to make it warmer but it was still very cold when comparing to his erected dick. It was my first time doing a blow job and I realised how dry everything was- my mouth my hands his dick. I didn't think of using saliva or lube back then- anyways I tried and I guess he kind of liked it??

Then I sat on top of him and his dick went into me kinda smoothly. Maybe because I was quite wet. The room changed from the hotel room to the floor of our new therapy room though. However idk if it's my pussy too tight or too shallow or maybe I wasn't aroused enough so only the front part went in and I was a bit annoyed. I tried thumping more and going deeper but can't

Anyways I think this was the first time we were both fully naked in the dream, interesting. I think this was very linked to bc I fell asleep naked after masturbating this night lmfao

escape game

#uni #exchange #mum #dad – initially a tutorial stage where me and another person were learning from a coach by rewriting her “codes” on our pieces of paper which would be the password to pass the puzzle with many ghosts and very poor visibility due to darkness and smog. The coach was the 2nd doctor we attached to in HHH and the codes were some Px (that was discussed in ytd's MH case session)

  • then began the game with me and a few others. (actually this was the second time, I doubt if the first time was before the tutorial stage and we all died so that's why we started again)

random excerpt – ian – random girl invited me to waterpard (waterpark with a welsh accent I assume ??) to party, do arts and crafts, and do drugs together, i asked amy on the side how about it (bc I was a little bit tempted)


back to the main plot

  • i had the special ability like 2 turbo boosts every like 10 seconds
  • continue escape, through the back door of an outdoor carpark into the streets into AEON. Walked and saw parents shopping for groceries. I tried to walk past silently. Later I went to a noodles aisle. I wanted to try a tester with my chopsticks but a kid dipped my chopsticks into the noodle soup and I was incredibly pissed now my chopsticks were contaminated by the tester soup Then the mom of the kid came and chatted with me about this good noodle she cooked I was like yeah, (bc this mum doesn't seem like the type to apologise to the kid) And she was like eventually the noodle was a bit sweet because she added a bit too much of the sugar, and I was like ohh okay it tasted alright (actually I thought the noodle was too salty/ poor soy sauce that kind of flat salty), and I couldn't really feel the sweet after retasting although she mentioned. Then my parents arrived at the corner, I asked them why did they find me. Dad said I heard your voice and so we were searching for it and here we were! I was actually very annoyed but conflicted because part of me wanted them to take me away from the escape game and save me and give me some rest, but the other side I didn't want them to get involved in the game so I don't want them to intervene in any way

doing drugs: my friends were talking about this topic yesterday soup dipping incident: friend was talking about her friend dipping an uncleaned spoon directly into her soup. I was shocked bc that was trespassing my food boundary if that was my soup. Should've handed her the spoon instead of just directly dipping without asking. noodle maker mum with little kid: a mum was scolding her kid very loudly at the entrance of my building and I guessed I remembered it in the dream

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buddhist cannibalism

Me and a few others were stuck in an abandoned carpark (the type that was like a building). The view outside was probably noon. We were looking around our floor when some buddhist staff appeared and warned us some of the areas that were very haunted while we walk there to check out. Those areas were covered with very old cloth curtains and you could slightly see the bottom of the things behind the curtain as it was short. Although I couldn't make out what exactly were they but they certainly looked haunted. – like mannequins, altars for sacrifices...

We thanked them and they said we had to do a task for them in order to leave. That was to catch and kill each of the species of prey found on this carpark floor and cook a meal and eat, and also prepare portions for the buddhists. I was imagining prey like rabbits as I saw one dashing around earlier on. But they continued, regarding the chicken, we needed to cook a prostitute rather than a chicken. Or else we would fail the challenge.

I imagined failing the challenge would mean staying in the carpack forever, and becoming the prostitute to service them or their higher ups, and then eventually get cooked. I recalled one of the haunted areas looked like there were corpses that were dried up, and I wondered if they were past adventurers who just didn't want to kill anything and eventually died of hunger.

I was quite grossed out by the idea of killing and eating a human, but I was trying to rationalise it so that I would be willing to do so to pass the test. I was imagining if I was a dog and I cook and eat dog meat... but quickly found it didn't make sense at all. I tried to find cannibalism examples but I couldn't think of any. But I think eventually we needed to cook the prostitute if we wanted to escape. Though whether I would actually do the deed when the time came was a question for another day. But I guess perhaps one of us would be doing so and I felt less burdened by the decision, since we only needed one prostitute for our shared group meal.

oh shit i realised why this happened, because last night my friend forwarded a video about chickens plucking a boiled chicken’s feather on threads

furry worm family pet on mtr

#mum #dad

Me mum and dad were sitting in a row on the mtr. However the seating design of the mtr was a bit different, the rows were perpendicular to the moving direction, aka the seats were like traditional trains, unlike on the two sides like the mtr. Initially Mum was sitting on a seat by me- I was sitting on her right, and then a stranger, then dad.

I was showing my acrylic diancie keychain to mum on the holographic elements of the design. Dad said I might be surprised because initially the holographic parts weren't like that and were coiled up like ...old plastic (??) (in the dream it looked like tiny boogers or dirt on body). So he used mum's pet which was a tiny white worm to eat those things and the worm would make those parts germinate like seeds. And then I looked at the keychain and saw those super small seeds as if I was rewinding the scene... But later I look back on it and realised the keychain was fixed but the worm got longer. Suddenly it became a very hairy/ spiky black worm like an extra furry caterpillar mixed with sea urchin.

Mum switched to stand on the side of dad's seat, but more like between the stranger and him. I felt very gross and told my dad to remove it. But mum and dad liked insects and it was their pet apparently. So throwing it away wasn't feasible but I wanted it at least gone from my proximity. So I had to pick it up and hand it to him. In the dream my hand kept leaning to the side of the stranger so the bug kind of touched the stranger's face and he looked pissed af. I told dad to reach out and hold the bug but then dad was even more wobbly and the bug literally landed on the stranger's body and he was mad. In embarrassment I looked down and stared at my keychain. I thought he must be mad at our family and the other people on the MTR would also thought our family was ass. I felt quite ashamed by that, and still disgusted by the worm and the gross preferences of my family.

mum's phone

Pretty random. I was scrolling Red Note and saw my friend, Belle's account where she posted selfies of her in school, pics of her in a dance studio and now in uni.

Then I picked up Mum's phone and found she changed her phone wallpaper and she also got a little stylus for her phone. She also changed her password and the combination is remotely similar to my password and I was suspecting if she knew my password, but it was unlikely because the format is not exactly the same.

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escape from catch

I was finally kinda free from the escape from idk perhaps a military group. And I was sitting by a field me and other fellow escapees have been managing and planting. The field was a popcorn field. We were sitting under the shadows under the trees, enjoying the view, and plucking some giant popcorns to eat. They were sweet. The escapee to the right of me had the special talent of sensitive hearing and he was our sentinel. He was of short stature, and was wearing a helmet and a pair of construction earphones (to muffle the sounds?). He still looked very paranoid and panicked and pointed every time a distant plane flew in the blue sky. He told us to be silent every time that happened. I didn't really understand why he was being so scared but it made me a bit scared too nevertheless.

The first few planes were just civilian aircrafts, and he was super scared but they all flew past with nothing happening. I told him to be less tensed. He then looked away for a bit when I noticed a weird shaped plane. It was literally a giant turbine/ engine flying with an odd trail on the sky. I pointed at the turbine plane and asked the short guy what was that. The turbine took a turn and seemingly heading to our popcorn field. I urged the short guy to look up and he saw but it was almost too late, as the turbine thingy was pretty fast and was about to land on our field.

I yelled to everyone to run for their lives as I knew this was certainly headed for us. Instantly, our crowd ran out from under the trees and into the buildings nearby.

Me and the short guy were the closest to the turbine and furthest from the buildings, but we also tried to run towards it. I had a hinge that the security guard who was undercover for the military would be waiting there to catch all of us. But I ignored my sixth sense, thinking it didn't work every time, so I continued running along with others.

As soon as I took a turn into the aisles of the buildings, I looked to the left and saw the guard just standing there looking at all the crowd entering the stairs of the buildings. The building was a trap! But it was too late to tell them while me and a few others watched them walking up.

Me and the few went back to the trees area and took another turn into other aisles of the buildings. I decided to run to the left but the others said they would choose the right. We didn't compromise with each other and we ran our own ways.

After waking up I thought I was like Aki from CSM with the ability of seeing a few seconds into the future. But this time I didn't listen to it.

Ocean Park Halloween

#pblmate #secschool

I was wandering on the streets in Tsim Sha Tsui at night, waiting for the time when we gathered for the halloween event in Ocean Park. I walked a little bit and arrived at the street beneath my old home. I met with Brian by the gate of my estate and we entered together, as it was now the entrance of the Ocean Park event. It was a bit dark while we followed the route into the indoor area with a narrower corridor and carpet underneath. Then we arrived at two mini elevators. Turned out they were single person elevators. It was pretty narrow and can only fit one person inside. Brian entered first and went down. The elevator was actually super fast, as if you are free-falling straight down. I looked down to the hollow space as his lift went down, and it seemed bottomless. I was scared to take my own elevator.

At this moment, a group of people walked by to a new path on my right. One of them was Nicole Chan. I raised my voice and said hi to her. She looked back and called me, and invited me to go with them together cheerfully. Turned out there was a group elevator and we were going together. I thought it would be better to do it together, and she was encouraging me with such passion, so I went along.

We entered and it was a free fall down. I was nervous but everyone else was thrilled. I wondered perhaps this was the feeling of jumping off a building.

Then, they started chanting together, landing in 10... 9.. (counting down), and Nicole was teaching me how to brace for impact. I didn't hear clearly if I should lock my ankles or not, and what posture I should take for my lower body. After the countdown, they realised it was not the bottom of the pit yet. So they chanted again, and I got braver and opened my eyes wider to look around me and even below me to guess the time for impact. So with my vision, I panicked less and embraced the impact. The hit was a bit painful but in my expectation. Though the people on top hitting us made my arm a bit sore, but we got out of the elevator unscathed, and we entered the grand underground lobby of Ocean Park.

I walked around to search for familiar faces and Brian who went down before me. I saw a lot of high school classmates and eventually I saw him along with a few others from my ward group (I think there was Heather).

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unhinged driving

#relative #mum It was at night when the sky was fully dark but there were still quite many cars on the road, flashing their red taillights as we were stuck in traffic. I was supposed to drive but I was a bit scared bc the road is in Shanghai and I was unfamiliar with it so aunt Helen wanted to demonstrate and mum let her. But Helen drove like crap and we almost fell off the highway bridge multiple times because she wasn't driving straight. (Wait actually we did fall off, but landed on the supporting arc of the bridge ?? So basically a narrower road and me and mum were yelling anxiously to Helen to drive straight for real or else we would actually fall into the sea) Everything was bumpy too. The next round mum wanted to “serve” her justice? So it became her turn to drive and I needed to wait again. But she drove very fast, although we didn't fall off the bridge. Quite unsafe and I was scared. She was using the size of our big car to dive into other's lines without being scared at all so her success rate was 100%. I figured out how come she was so dominant and it would always work for her.

Then it finally became my turn to drive. I drove slower and wanted to turn on the lights so I was figuring out because mainland car driver's seat was in the left side rather than right side. And mum just switched it on instantly. And I also used the signal lights to cut lines etc. I was driving safely but the road after the highway was actually bumpy as fuck and I was driving with horses that are on the road so the road was very rural. So I was driving super slowly. But eventually I finished my round.

(Perhaps driving almost outside the bridge was literally because of the recent news about how a plane landed at the airport but drove off into the sea, and the simulated graphics on the news were still kinda vivid in my mind)

pbl driving

#uni I was waiting in the hospital along with my bedside group for the start of attachment. We were quite bored and Monika asked me where I bought my pokemon plushies. I listed three places for her: the first one was a small dark shopping mall we went together and saw the coin slot game machines (in a previous dream today)(but I didn't write here because it became a fragment); the other place would be also that shopping mall but the very other end of it on the ground floor where all the delicate boutiques were but they would be more pricey (visited this in an old dream i think perhaps I have recorded it in this site) (this shopping mall overall was in one of my another old dream too about a zombie apocalypse but I'm not sure if I recorded it either); the last site would be a small upstairs store i think

And then Benson suggested let's play a racing game with horses, so we took turns going out of the hospital and rode the horses, and the route was almost identical to the unhinged driving dream, but I recalled the highway part less and more riding on the horsey rough road. I was the last to go and initially I had a game tee by the horse game that was hanging on the hospital walls opp to where we were sitting and standing, but when it became my turn I gave my tee to Benson.

My horse was ridiculously tiny compared to others + my groupmates, so it was difficult for me to climb the slope on the rough hilly road. But mum appeared on another horse and told me I can press B and make the horse jump. I figured I can press space for the same function too. Anyways I got past it and returned to the hospital after my round, which I didn't feel complete because I felt my round was cut to half but I wasn't sure where I could ride a complete path. I went back and they (esp Benson) were like oh the doctor hasn't come yet, how about you play more bc my round seemed pretty short compared to them, so I said sure I was thinking about the same thing. And then I did one more of that half round and came back.

Benson returned my game tee but he modified the patterns a bit, the game characters had slightly different facial features and it was hilarious. I took that tee.

nap with pokemon in small room

Wasn't sure the sequence of the dreams (idk if it happened before the first dream or here), so I put it here

I was back inside my room aka the third place where I told Monika where my pokemon were from (lol), and it was a very damp, small and dark room. I miss my Feraligatr from a cardboard box by my bed so I took it out and put it beside me. (tbh I think I dreamt it bc I just saw the ZA new megas and this toilet bowl pokemon blew my mind) I checked what other pokemons were in the two cardboard boxes by my bed, they were the ones I just bought but not enough love to put them onto the bed, and they were all lizards and dragons, so I wondered oh wow I had a preference to these kind of animals. I hugged my pokemons (including Feraligatr and Riolu and others- prob Salamence) to sleep.

almost losing PE bag omw to school

#secschool #primschool (The school feels like secondary school bc of the workload and plot, but my body, mentality and my friend’s were like primary students…)

omw to school and almost late, I was holding my PE bag on my hand which had my sports clothes and shoes, while carrying my schoolbag on my back, typical to every PE class I had every week in primary/ secondary school. Then on the way I met a (dream) friend and we chatted about the school timetable because it was too chaotic recently with many school event and day offs so we didn't exactly know which day of the cycle was today. We both felt a bit relieved when we found out we were just randomly packing our schoolbags for today lmao.

Then I realised my PE bag was missing from my hand. I was worried and started to think where had I put it, but I had no time to double check my schoolbag if I put it inside because I was running late. My friend seemed concerned and we were looking on the previous roads while we were heading to school. But we couldn't see it.

So I went to school, and was telling my parents on whatsapp on the phone about the seemingly lost bag. Then I opened my backpack and found out I had already packed the PE bag inside previously somehow, and it was found again.

first cedars counselling

  • this is fake dream cedars

In the dream uni the school thought I had some mental needs so they told me to go to the counselling team and it was a mandatory order. So I climbed up the stairs to a higher floor where their office should be, but it directed it down to the lower floor where the entrance was. There was a few questionable signs in front of the entrance. The signs were just floor directories for their office, but then the words were like xx /F: triaging, intake and baptism ; xx /F: counselling rooms and prayer rooms etc. and the bottom was a line from those teachings aka a “Bible-like verse??”, so they made it super religious and I didn't like it. So I was selfie-ing with the signs and posted on my public ig story with a qna button, and the auto prompt kind of suited my scenario, so although I was a bit hesitant in posting that, I still did it. The prompt was: What should you say to a person who was suicidal?

Anyways I went inside and saw a white square sofa with a thick airy white blanket so I lied inside and napped, but I saw people queuing up for something, so later I joined the queue and it was the triaging place.

A staff directed me to another spacious room where we wait after triaging (their triage was basically recording your name and DoB and idk perhaps faculty/ degree program). The staff was confirming names with others at the table and one of the boy had an identical chinese name to me, and the staff introduced me to the boy and told us we could chat together. At the table Brian was sitting too.

Waited for not very long time when a male counsellor led me to his room on another floor via stairs. He started talking really boring shit like exercise and health and whatnot. This has been going on for like 15 mins and we were watching a documentary about how cells replicate their DNA...... and then another video comparing the prevalence of occupational osteoarthritis with other shit. (This video was shot on a bus, and somehow the dream technology also enabled us to be immersed in the video and riding a bus while learning that) And he told me I can do an assignment project on that public health topic. And at this point I thought this was way beyond boring as a counselling session, so I told him actually I am a medical student and I have already learnt it. And about the comparing prevalence rate, I have already done it before at school. He didn't believe I did that exact thing, because the topic was original and made by the cedars (main campus counselling team). And I said no, it was really identical. It was legit the topics mentioned by the Department of Health in a leaflet before. He asked when did I do it. I said probably primary. He answered it make sense then.

He stopped the video, and back into the office environment he was sitting by my side on the right. Then I said he was quite boring and he wasn't really counselling. (sth like that) And he told me to look at his (hand? forgot). I looked. And then he told me to look at his eyes. I looked up and saw his eye was half open and I could only see most of the sclera and little pupil because his eye wasn't opening wide. I became very upset and started to whine into his shoulder. He asked gently what happened, while I continued to shove myself more into his shoulder. I said I couldn't even see your pupil and he was not even looking at me. :( And then I told him he looked and his vibe was a bit like Arthur but he was not. Arthur wouldn't avoid my eyes even if I seldom look at him, but every time I looked he would always look back at me. (Firmly and gently, without wavering and avoiding like this dream guy) :( And then I told him I was actually here because I want to figure out how I can be better in the sessions with Arthur, and open my hearts more and become more authentic during my sessions.

However this cedars policy was a bit interesting in a way that you need to see two different counsellors for 30 minutes and then your whole session would be an hour. This dream therapist seemed hurry and we were running out of time unfortunately, he checked the time and it was past :40 so we ran down the stairs to get back to the initial room (with white sofa) in order to hand me over to the next counsellor. He wrote onto a board about a “discussion topic” seeing counsellor at whatever time. But I was walking towards the triage table to find familiar faces, so I didn't see when he was writing, and I didn't know which line was mine because none really suit me lol I continued sitting while I saw Brian still waiting at that initial table. Then I left and sat on the sofa where the therapist guy discharged me at.

On the sofa I saw a familiar face of a staff woman walking by, my brain said it was someone whose name started with F (like Fiona) but I couldn't make out who was actually this person.

Then I began to imagine what title I should give this dream. (in the dream) My first thought that popped out was “artist uproar” (it made sense in the dream...) and then later I woke up and saw it was almost time for school but I decided to nap a bit more to figure out another topic but this time was even worse “spicy girl and crazy habits”

I think I dreamt this “first cedars counselling session” because my friend just went there for her first session two days ago and yesterday me and my other friend were chatting about it with her

And by now I was officially late for school and typing all this out spent another hour and I am still on my bed while the lesson started...... sajhdklsdkfh

So I slept again

picking cushions

#arthur

I was at a backyard with many grass and some cushions here and there. So I was picking up and collecting the cushions and moving them into the red house. It’s like a little egg hunt. I also found an easter egg (non literal) someone left on the outer wall of the house, behind the decoy I found an B6 celebratory card and a small wooden red block in butterfly shape which should be a toy. I focused on the block so I didn’t read the words written with thick black marker on that card decorated with gold lining.

Then after moving all the pillows I could find, I returned into the house as it was quite sunny outside. When I was walking around and browsing my collection (rectangular pillows, square pillows, special pillows, baby fabric books, kid toys idk just categorised into many open baskets 貨籃? and kind of like IKEA), Arthur came and asked which one have I chosen, and I thought maybe I was supposed to choose a cushion to sit on during my sessions and to decorate my room

He pointed to a star shaped one and asked how about this, I told him that one was too hard to sit on. So he pointed to the few dice cushions next to it. I said they were a bit small but I can try. So I took one and tried to sit on it, but again the material was harder than I expected so it was uncomfortable. But I didn’t have good suggestions either so I just brought it with me.

Dream ended abruptly- I think there was an item I was holding afterwards in the dream which suddenly reminded me of real life, so I just woke.

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therapy in bedroom

#arthur

Got some stacks of memo slips from the living room after asking my mum for permission, and restocked them in my bedroom for general use + studying. And then I headed out to the streets. I saw a digital bulletin and there was a new twitter account, and people were discussing about it. I didn’t quite catch the details but I looked it up nevertheless. Not knowing what to do with this piece of random information, I just continued walking. I think I liked a tweet though, not sure, but I did interact slightly with the account.

I went to the arena for some reason, and played some irl splatoon… I remember I was playing the nautilus and ballpoint for the yellow team and I think we were winning. I forgot who was on the opposite team but I think it was people I know (oh i miss gaming)

Then I headed back home with an ecchi anime magazine I bought at a bookstore around where people were discussing about the twitter account.

Then it was time for my therapy session. This time it was a bit special where Arthur was going to my home and meet me in my bedroom. (Mum wasn’t home I think, so she wouldn’t know about it)

He sat in my wheelie office chair while I sat on my bed (bc there’s only enough space for that). I was lowkey surprised he can easily sit in the chair because my room was so cramped I need to adjust the chair at a particular angle to shove myself in, irl. (The bedroom is identical to irl) He displayed the same account as the one shown in the bulletin boards on the streets on a digital display on my bed. He said this was his. I was like ooh, and then I followed him. I scrolled down and see he replied a tweet from another client, iirc the client was tweeting about starting therapy and then Arthur replied a single word but I forgot what, but it had a positive valence. Lowkey I felt it was inappropriate to respond publicly because you will be the one exposing you are her therapist

But I was a little bit jealous ngl, but then Arthur was like I recognise your twitter account and looked through it a bit And then we started chatting but he replied something questionable like I wish you could like more of my tweets or something like that (I can’t exactly remember), plus he started talking in a slightly more friendlier and intimate tone with symbols (… I saw his speech has a ♡ symbol and he was choosing an emoji when making his sentence, like typing) And I was feeling like woah that’s not professional at all But I just went with the flow, and I used my hand to grab the hovering emojis he was choosing and used one of them to reply Arthur. (I hope this is understandable- me grabbing a physical/ AR hovering text symbol from his speech bubble he was building in progress like a merge of swipe to type and jigsaw puzzles to form sentences as he was speaking it out) (this was how I visualise to interpret and form sentences for conversations when I was small too… speaking of which I did have dreams with people “speaking” that way when I was young ~primary school too!) And then I showed him my ecchi magazine, cuz there was a page inside with us hugging each other but in anime style (thinking back it was literally just a generic brown haired NPC with a purple haired anime girl which fits none of my OCs lol)

At some point I think I showed him my toy and I was trying to use it but it was too weak so I was not aroused, or maybe my posture wasn’t right

Anyways we had an interesting session

(I think this dream makes a bit of sense to a certain degree, since their office is moving soon but without an eta, the next session was changed to zoom so basically I would be zooming on my bed regarding the toy perhaps it was because we mentioned related stuff while discussing about my sensory and interospection issues About the friendlier ♡ thing I think it was bc of a playful joke we made at the start of last session (basically I complemented Arthur’s new hairstyle (he tied a little bun !!!) I told him he’s super 得意 (≈cute/ fun?) and he replied not as cute as you) LOL (We had a strong rapport, this was our dynamic, I knew his personality was just like that and I knew clearly it was a joke although I’m aware i like to imagine and project a ton of shit using my transference) but I told Ivan and he said he wanted to report him for that :p I guess he didn’t pass the vibe check

Even more problematic psychologist online friend

Ok this friend was back in like senior primary junior high school era, I met him when we were in mcig In the dream he was a psychologist We were texting in whatsapp and he told me about his new client who fell head over toes for him, he was smirking (sent smirking stickers) while he was showing me their convo. The girl was Harm*n who was sitting next to me in f1 They texted so much and the tone was like dating And I kinda was jealous again (bruh he wasn’t even Arthur) so I also texted him more I think I wanted sex bc the toy from last dream wasn’t useful at all But I knew it was so problematic as a psychologist to do whatever he was doing now, but if I view him through my lenses of being an online friend only, it seemed better (perhaps this is also one of the reason why you can’t have double relationships in therapy So I asked what he’s doing and he said he was watching netflix And I asked him when would he come visit me So he asked me what city I was in And I only knew that point he wasn’t even in my city so I was a bit disappointed lol

(seemed like I get jealous when the therapists cross their boundaries for another client. Happened in both dreams alr. That’s kinda toxic)


I’m feeling a bit bad bc most of my dreams now are Arthur-related (and I tend to skip recording those that are not lmao), I hope I don’t bore you guys if any are actually reading this blog

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Referral to social worker

#arthur I think the social worker is helping me with eating issues although i don’t have an ed He was seeing me because Arthur referred me to him Initially a bit hea and I’m just writing down notes And i thought it was a bit important for him to know my comorbidities like ptsd but idk how much he knew about it since idk how Arthur phrased his referral letter So i just repeated my whole incident out And he’s a bit concerned and a little bit mindblown and asked me what uni am i from, (bc he connects with a lot of unis) So i told him duh the one in the incident and he’s like right Anyways yeah (wow improvement from last time’s where i couldn’t speak of it without being conscious, i can show my emotions too)

Naked with apron visiting Japanese temple

Phone low battery Should be meeting up with parents but we were travelling separately Stuck in the train station Bc my apron is a bit too loose and flashes my nipples from time to time

Arthur’s new famous ig account

100k likes in one of his posts I found this acc initially but i forgot about it, and this time it was ivan who sent me his post So i was stalking again and found he was riding a nanny van. I looked around in the one i was currently in, which has timothy (uni), heidi, kaka (?) and others, and i was presuming this is a nanny van from taikoo to my high school (lmao although they dont live there) But this time arthur wasn’t in the van and presumably i was sitting in his seat/ the angle where he took the photo and posted it So I dmed heidi to ask about it although it would be awkward but i still did it for the sake of knowing So she replied me verbally on the van she saw his luggage and luggage tag which said his name And she asked me is he your counsel— I was like shhh And i asked her where is he now But she didn’t reply (ig she wasnt sure too) So i asked her again but also no reply So i just continued stalking his posts He had a short clip where he was a group cast for a movie and he was wearing police clothes with a gun and i find him kinda hot in such costumes and i was thinking how it would like to touch him in that beefy suit

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