Note: Dreams are funny things. As the cre­ator of the world you’re in, you have an omni­scient knowl­edge of every­thing, includ­ing what other peo­ple in the dream are think­ing. Things that are lyser­gic and ran­dom make per­fect sense in a dream. Every now and then, espe­cially when they’re very vivid, a dream will seem fas­ci­nat­ing, so I’ll write it down and post it. Then I read it over again, and think “This is the stu­pid­est, least coher­ent thing I’ve ever writ­ten”. Then I delete it. I’ve done this about a half dozen times, and they’re the only entries I’ve ever deleted from this blog.

This is an exam­ple from last night. I’ll try not to delete it.

There was also a part about play­ing table ten­nis that pre­cedes the begin­ning, like the scene between Scarlett Johansson and Jonathan Rhys-Meyers in Match Point, which, eerily enough, is some­what sim­i­lar to this dream. However, the mem­ory has been lost in the haze of consciousness.

P.S. If you ever read this, Alex, please don’t beat me up. KTHX.

Dreamt Sophia and I were in love.

Alex, her, and I were on the couch of my old home, sold now, upstairs in the mas­ter bed­room where my mom used to read her Chinese gos­sip columns and watch TV. We were watch­ing footage of some­one play­ing SimCity Five (a kids ver­sion, for five-year-olds) on the wooden 25″, watch­ing her build con­veyor belts from con­struc­tion dump­sters that led to the rivers, watch­ing them col­lapse cause she’s five and doesn’t know how to build a city.

Alex fell asleep on the ground, his body against the wall where the walk-in clos­ets are.

Sophia was wear­ing two pairs of glasses, her pur­ple ones, and black ones on top. Her head was in my lap. I asked why she was wear­ing two pairs, and she looked up at me and said, “Cause that’s what you like1″. I asked her, “How do you know that’s what I like?” I took off both pairs to see her eyes, and ran my fin­gers through her hair. She smiled.

Then we were in the Sim city. England was flooded, Big Ben wasn’t work­ing, and we were as high as the clock face, stand­ing on a metal mesh built above the flood, every­thing else float­ing in water five feet below us, but build­ings anchored to the ground.

We kissed — barely — just once. Pursing our lips, and touch­ing them together, cause we knew it wouldn’t work. There was no use in get­ting attached.

We were stand­ing with her arms around my shoul­ders, mine around her waist. Then the oth­ers found us amidst the chaos. Her sis­ter2 and Lin3 showed up, wan­der­ing around. Alex wasn’t far behind them. The girls expressed dis­ap­proval on their faces, but they hid it from him to pro­tect us. I could tell she was unhappy, with Alex when we were flirt­ing, with los­ing what we briefly had.

The girls walked off, and the three of us were left look­ing at a world map of the flood. Alex started to cor­rect me. Corrected my geog­ra­phy, my guess on the pop­u­la­tion of the US, of the world.

Dreamt I woke up. Dreamt I wrote this down. Dreamt I tried des­per­ately to record it, because it was such a good dream. Dreamt I lost it, I checked my note­book, and it wasn’t there anymore.

Then I woke up.

  1. In real life, this is true. Girls with glasses are hot, although two pairs is pretty silly and doesn’t mag­i­cally dou­ble the attrac­tive­ness. [↑]
  2. I’ve never met Sophia’s sis­ter, but she recently wrote about her, so maybe this is why she makes an appear­ance. I’m curi­ous to know if she looks like the way I pic­tured her in the dream. [↑]
  3. Why Lin and not Jen, I have no idea. [↑]