No new dreams to blog about, cept for the fact that my l’il godsis kept appearing in every scene of my dreams the day after she went home.
Here’s another old one from October 25, 2001:
As we were driving soemwhere, we were stopped by some crazy pizza guy asking us if we’d like to buy a slice of pizza. We decline. In the distraction, I did not notice that my shoulder bag was taken until much much later at a mall. When discovered, I went frantic retracing my steps and spent a time and a half looking for it until my friend Alberta told me that her bag got stolen too, and asked me if I remembered any weird fake pizza guys trying to sell me pizza. I luckily found the pizza guy, and demanded that I wanted my purse back. I asked him why he did that and he said it wasn’t to sell the items; and I said, well he could easily make a profit, and proceeded to offer him $50 for the return of my possessions (I did not want to buy a new cell phone, or go through the hassle of applying for new credit cards, etc so i figured I would sacrifice $50). He “kindly” was willing to accept $40, so he showed me to his place and told me to pick it up and left me there. He actually trusted me enough to leave me there. So, Ben Cheung ended up following me and found me there shortly after. He came in (against explicit instructions not to touch anything else), we copied down the mailing address from bills/envelopes, thinking in mind that we were gonna report this, and Ben helped me carry out my friend’s bag as well. On the way out, the pizza boy’s housemate came in (who was an accomplice in the “pizza” scam). I quickly hurried Ben C out the door, but the guy’s suspicion arouse when he saw that Ben C was carrying a similar Bay bag as me (which contained my stuff) on the front lawn, so we quickly walked back to where the car was parked (in a garage).
Upon entering the car, I think Ben C suddenly turned into my uncle in HK or somehow was replaced. Anyhow, we were to drive 2 other girls someplace, so we met them in the garage. The odd thing was that the girl was bringing her mom/aunt to the salon and we commented that the sun looked like it was setting at 7:56 AM. The girl took control of the wheel (which was available in the 2nd row (weird, there was an option where the wheel can be controlled from the back seat) and drove to the street where hair salons were popular, ‘cept we couldn’t find the one she was looking for and everyone other one had at least 4 other ladies waiting (and the girl told her mom/aunt that there usually was on average, 2 people in line).
It somehow shifted in me thinking whether Tim Chin was taking any hair design courses this year (as a part of an archeticture elective),and then I found out that he wasn’t until the year after.
Then I awoke. And now my thigh muscles are really sore for some odd reason.