I was sort of back in China. Dad was listening to his classic music with a headset, not at the home that I am familiar with in China, but somewhere in the bush, like Kianniny (funny, isn’t it?). Don’t know where Mom was as she was not included in the scene, But I was pretty sure that she was somewhere not far away, probably up in the mall or supermarket doing the grocery shopping? Because I can still feel the influence from her there, always as strong as we got across all our childhood, teenager hood times and will be going on forever .

There was a kind of discussion about if we should arrange a one-day (or maybe short term) trip for Yaya to go to Australia, like a school holiday getaway for her to experience something different. She’s been here a couple years ago, but she is growing up, quickly, and she would definitely feel something different if she was going anyway, which would be always useful for a girl or anybody still very young.

But for some reason, I felt that Mom and Dad were quite cold to me. It was not verbal from them and I was struggling with their attitude. Dad ignored me as he was listening to the music. No one liked to make decision, and I was kind of lonely.

Anyway I was carrying my stupid mobile, a poor old 3G Motorola Mobile from the phone dealer to cover the time for fixing my good mobile in repairers. This was not my hallucination part. I am currently using that black stupid mobile which can not be charged properly and I couldn’t find a keyboard lock function to control what’s going on when I put it in my handbag

In the dream, the mobile functioned badly. It didn’t ring when I got incoming calls. So I was really stressed with I probably had missed lots of calls, especially those from my husband. Anyway, the lady used to work with my husband in China, who was also someone I knew well, rang in and asked me to do an academic research essay for her. I got her phone call because I noticed that the phone was flashing, silently. I spoke to her and then wrote what she requested, and then I got another phone call from the lady’s subordinate, who was a student I guess, telling me that they had a certain way to write the thing, and my writing was not built with the correct structure, right order and appropriate manner.

I didn’t care. Listening to her complains was like listening to some gossip. At the same time, my mobile flashed again, I picked up the phone, and it was my dear husband. He said he had been trying to call me all day, but there was no one answering the phone. He didn’t sound getting angry or anything like that, I can feel it. But I felt so sorry that I missed his calls. I wanted to see him (it looked like he was somewhere else, not staying at the same place with me in China) and talk to him. At the moment, I felt that he might be the only person who cared about me and would like to support me in whichever the way. We ended up talking about what would be the best solution to make our holiday back to Home (China) delightful and free of troubles. I remember I said “spend my time in some other cities in China, where my family was not there……”

Well, please don’t get mad at me, Mom & Dad, if unfortunately you had happened to have a look at this post. Lately I did miss home a lot and wanted to take a holiday back to China. I also missed you all and wanted to spend time with you but no one else. But it was a dream and it was only a dream. You know about dreams, do you? It meant nothing but an odd story full of strange segments of my life in a reality.

However, I have never had a belief in the theory that “people dream what they think in day time”. It is such a rubbish explanation and it is not convincing. I have a feeling that it wouldn’t be that simple. I suspect that there is something (or maybe someone) manipulates our brains and consciousness at the night, but we just can’t see who/what it is. Sounds witchy, does it?