July 23, 2015

I sat on a bench outside of the classroom recording the previous night’s dream* while waiting for the teacher to come out. I was still writing in my notebook when the person next to me snatched it out of my hands and started flipping through it. I let him look through it as I figured it wouldn’t be very comprehensible to anyone but myself anyways.

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My parents were suggesting that I find some part-time work to do. When I expressed hesitation they said that I all I needed to do was to show up to the interview well-dressed, hand over my resume, then walk upstairs (supposedly to my workplace).

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I was walking down the escalator in the department store when I heard someone calling my name. I turned around to see a couple sitting among a pile of backpacks. It took a while before I recognized one of them as an acquaintance. He told me that he just finished taking his Mandarin proficiency test so I congratulated him and wished him the best. When I stood up and turned around I was still lost.

– *A recursive dream within this one that is now forgotten