dreamed that i was in a desert that’s supposed to be a palestinian restaurant. me & two friends kept waiting for the last person to join us. they asked me, who did you invite? i absolutely could not remember so i told them it could either be yinuo or napat. i opened my find me to see that all my friends are somehow congregated in two areas that look like paris (where both yinuo!??? are) and tokyo (where napat is) but they’re actually bushwick and bedstuy (like… bushwick and bedstuy expanded to have the size and layout of paris and tokyo). i told the waiter to serve us because clearly they’re not coming and a tiny speedy guy served us 2 plates of tender cumin lamb with saffron rice 😋 i woke up

dreamed that i was in hong kong, and there's a magical tram (pink, soft like the car in my neighbor totoro) that can fly, cut through water, and move like a train on the ground. i was all buckled up and seated with a bunch of strangers as we moved through topologies and terrains. the water reminded me of my old beach dreams, flying reminded me of my disneyland dream, and the train line looked exactly like the railroad that cuts open the backs of mountainous china. eventually, the tram stopped and i disembarked at the foot of a lush, rainy mountain—everything is colored with my favorite shade of green, drenched in mist and so, so surreal. i asked a kind man where we are, and he said, "don't you get it? you are where you want to be" i woke up.

dreamed that napat and jordan are having a huge joint birthday party in vancouver and i flew all the way from toronto(?) to be there. it’s afternoon & everyone’s hanging out in a giant playground. i was self-conscious because everyone looked gen z and canadian. i didn’t do my makeup and couldn’t find my dress so i was running around and suddenly everyone’s heading to the giant parking lot nearby bc it’s time to go to the actual event venue. i found my dress, i started running, my dress was flowing. this is one of the only few times where i actually moved while running in my dreams (usually my legs are running but i’m stuck at the same place) so that was interesting. i hopped into a stranger’s car and the city started to look eerily like LA. i woke up.

dreamed that my mom, my aunt, my grandma and i are living in our old caixiang apartment. i was home alone, waiting for them to come back. it’s past 11pm and my aunt finally stumbled back, drunk and incoherent but not dangerously so. a while passed by and the rest of them were back home too. we all brushed teeth and washed our faces together.

glitches

i’m on nexplanon again and one end was protruding significantly. i worry that it’s going to move. by the time i looked at it again, it already slipped down to my palm—one end in the middle of my hand, the other sitting next to my artery, barely covered by my skin as if it’s a living being under a thin layer of membrane. it moved at the rhythm of my heartbeat. i tried to push it back but couldn’t—the fat in my arm was melting (why it slipped in the first place) but the skin on my hand was hardening. i woke up.