I had some crazy dreams last night. I think it might’ve been the fresh tea I had with dinner last night. I had tomato beef with rice and the lady offered me tea. Usually, it’s those regular teas that have been sitting in the metal barrel for the whole day so it’s nice and diluted, but no, this was a fresh bag. My sleeping powers are not as strong as before, so I was rolling around in bed for at least an hour before I dozed off.

But then came my dreams. It was kind of intense last night.

My construction teacher became my English teacher or something of that sort. We had to turn in a paper and after class, she chased me down and told me she had to speak with me. Well, after a trials and tribulations situation where I was trying to follow her down the stairs but got held up because someone dropped all their batteries on the floor; I, for some reason, also dropped my rolls of film and struggled to get everything back to where it was. When I finally caught up with her she said I need to slow down! Take it easy. I’m trying to do too much. Thinking too much. Ease off the gas pedal just a little bit.

It makes sense. I’ve been stressed. And I get anxious because I can’t do more. Granted, I’m going to class today and she won't have any idea of the knowledge she gave me last night. We’re just going to go ahead, grab some 2x4s, and build some walls, but it’s interesting how much you can learn about yourself in a dream.

by Jason Lam