Dream Log | January 21, 2016

Dream Log | January 21, 2016

Dream:

I came back after a long trip to another place in the world. There is someone I have to visit. Someone who misses me dearly.

I get a bird’s eye view of a little fishing village. Some houses are sitting on platforms held up over the water in a pond. I see a burly man with a long fluffy beard doing some tasks around on the deck. He  enters the small living quarters.

I descend down from the sky but mess up my landing; I ended up falling right onto my belly instead of my feet. I look up at the doorway. The man jumps in surprise. Now, I’ve switched points of view with the burly man.

I look at myself, looking up sheepishly from the ground. I don’t look like myself. I have green eyes and my hair, although black, is curly and in two loose pigtails.

I switch back into my own point of view. The man has an incredulous look on his face. Then, fond recognition.

“Oh! My little Irish girl from China. How have you been this long time?”

I find myself smiling, but I don’t say anything.


Afterthoughts: This is the first time I recall changing ethnicity partially. It was a strange dream but when I saw the small fishing village, it felt like I had come back home–it felt like a childhood memory.

 

 

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Small Wins | Internship extension, faulty Wi-fi solution, saving $$$, and a bonus spaghetti sauce recipe!

Small Wins | Internship extension, faulty Wi-fi solution, saving $$$, and a bonus spaghetti sauce recipe!

A small win of mine, is that I got a 4-month extension on my internship job! It was a little stressful before I got the good news because, as I was preparing my progress report, I realized that I had more troubleshooting success than actual progress. I had a lot of data, but for projects that didn’t work. Since the Winter Term started as well, I was worried about falling behind in the classes I’d have to take if I didn’t continue my job. However, after communicating my progress, I was given another 4 months to work on the project and am no longer worrying about falling behind on my studies!


 

Since I got an internship extension, it meant that I could drop one of the 2 university courses I was enrolled in. This is a small win in itself because my tuition was $600 lighter, and now, I can sleep in (somewhat) 2 days of the week now.


 

bought a USB Wi-fi adapter recently. Now my misbehaving Wi-fi card has a back-up, albeit a super clunky one. It’s okay.


 

I made up a spaghetti sauce recipe that is quite good! Here is it below:

Ingredients:

  • 4 medium-sized tomatoes, cut into quarters
  •  A small handful of dried mushrooms (a mix is best)
  • A small handful of sun-dried tomatoes
  • Half a zucchini, diced
  • Half a green pepper, diced
  • 1/2 cup generic tomato sauce
  • (Optional) Small can (about 1/2 cup) tomato paste to thicken the sauce
  • Chopped basil (4-5 leaves)
  • Splash of fish sauce
  • 1 tablespoon of honey
  • 2 shallots, sliced thinly
  • Chopped parsley (to taste)
  • Grated Parmesan cheese (to taste)

Steps:

  1. In a large pot, fry the shallots in some oil; in another little pot, boil the sun-dried tomatoes and mushrooms together in 1 cup of water and let it reduce to about half the original volume.
  2. After the shallots are fried, throw in the vegetables (green pepper, zucchini, and tomatoes) and cook together. Then, add in the mushrooms and sun-dried tomatoes (along with the water that you boiled them in).
  3. Using the little fry pan, fry up some garlic with butter (optional here, but you can also fry some chopped green onion together with the garlic, too).
  4. While the garlic (and green onion if you used it) is sizzling in the butter, add in the 1/2 cup of tomato sauce to the pot of vegetables. Keep stirring contents of both until the garlic has browned a little.
  5. Then, pour the garlic (green onion) butter mix into the large pot with the vegetables and sauce.
  6. If the consistency of the sauce is too runny, here is where you add in the tomato paste.
  7. Here, I taste the sauce and generally add 1 tbsp honey and 1tbsp fish sauce to it (optional).
  8. Then, near the end, I will throw in the chopped basil, stir it around, and turn off the heat.
  9. Now, the sauce is ready to serve with the pasta! ( I generally have the parsley and Parmesan cheese on the side and add it to my pasta after plating it).

 

To end, an inspiring quote I found:

“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.” – George Bernard Shaw

 

Small wins are small, yes, but mighty! Let’s keep celebrating them! 🙂
-Tiffany

Dream Log | January 18, 2016

Theme: torture chamber, Marie Antionette, poison, mental and physical torture, double vision


Dream:

Someone is drawing names from a hat. One of the names chosen, is mine. I get assigned to something with a strange name. It is the name of a vintage, beige vehicle.

I get in. Then, I get driven to this medieval castle. I get led into a chamber and see that it looks like a torture chamber.

My hair turns white and piles high, like Marie Antionette. All of a sudden, I find myself strapped into a torture rack. I get stretched, but feel no pain.

All of a sudden, I’m sitting in a chair and am wearing a metal helmet. A circular saw is pressing against the helmet, aligned with my nose and between eyebrows. The saw turns on and it starts creating sparks as it gnaws away at the metal. I realize now, that even though this device doesn’t cause physical torture, it is meant to create mental torture, because you never know when the saw will cut through the helmet and slice your head in half. I remain calm though. It is just a dream.

Then, I am standing at a table. I have turned into Hermione Granger (from the Harry Potter series). There is a glass filled with what looks like wine. I drink it and realize that it is poison right away because I have switched point of views. Now, I am looking at myself and the duplicated image of me merges and separates repeatedly–double vision. I go back into my body and look at the door. Someone has walked in and sees me reeling from the poison. It is Marie Antionette.

She asks me, “Was that me or my sister?”

I said, “Your sister.”

Enraged, she comes over to me and stabs me to death. I think, “Well, this stinks.” Then, I rewind time.

This time, I respond with, “You.”

She is silent. Then her eyebrows furrow and she breaks down crying.

“I never understood it. When they could kill me instantly, they resorted instead to torture first.”

There is no “one” way, I believe.

There is no “one” way, I believe.

This post is a response to the Daily Post’s daily prompt: Learning Style


Give me a score and critique my playing progress…
…I’ll practice until it sounds right.

Give me the lyrics and make me listen to a song a few times…
…I’ll sing it until I know it from memory.

Teach me new information in a lecture…
…I’ll study it until I can reiterate it on paper or to another person.
If you ask me to do practice questions…
…I’ll do them until I can answer questions which require applications of knowledge, well.

Show me how to do a procedure once, then supervise me and correct my mistakes…
…I’m a fast kinetic learner and will pick it up quickly.

Communicate to me when I do something that hurts you or bothers you…
…I’ll keep it in mind and I’ll use my discretion better.


For me…

Knowledge regurgitation requires lecture-style knowledge sharing and repetitive study sessions. Learning music requires listening and developing kinetic memory, be it in finger movement or modifying vocal chord vibrations and the sound-shaping space. True knowledge requires thoughtful practice and application. Physical skills need demonstration and practice. Tact and empathy require communication.

 

 

Dream Log | January 17, 2016

Dream Log | January 17, 2016

Theme: swimming, innocent nudity, Musicals, discomfort, feeling out-of-place


Dream:

I went swimming. After I finished, I came back to the change room. I find out that it is unisex. Men and women were showering naked in the same space. But everyone seemed to be lost in their own heads; they were unaware of all that was going on around them.

I walk to my locker and open it, but my stuff isn’t in there. In the place of my things, there is a green wire-mesh basket.

IL comes over and opens the locker beside mine. Her nipples are peeking out. She looks at me and then motions at the locker. My things are in there. She tells me that I must have forgotten to lock my lock, so she moved my stuff into her locker. I thank her.

When I leave the change room, I enter a university administration office of a past dream. There is a spiral staircase in the middle and I climb up it. At the top, there is a door. Inside the door, is an auditorium.

My choir conductor is on the piano and we’re singing our choir songs. We sing last year’s songs too. But then, the songs get too old. I don’t recognize any of them. Simple singing gets replaced by the performance of Musicals. In one of them, people are dressed up in animal costumes and singing in, on, and around big statues of letters on the stage. I can’t make out what the letters say though because I’m so focused on the show.

In the next musical, my conductor is dressed up as an angel. A very tall angel. He starts skipping around the stage. I feel strange watching this.

Then, my brother and mother show up and sit beside me. They want to leave, and I agree with them. When we leave, I find myself sitting on a couch playing on the Nintendo DS.

My sister sees me playing and gets furious, because she wanted to play a multiplayer game with me.


Concluding Thoughts: I woke up feeling lost and a little confused. I don’t know why, though. Maybe this is my mind’s way of expressing how I feel like I don’t fit in sometimes. Maybe this is my mind’s way of expressing the fear I have that I will never be able to follow the traditional career path that my education readies me for.

When there is not enough self-love

When there is not enough self-love

Write about what you did last weekend as though you’re a music critic reviewing a new album (or single).


 

Male host: We are here now to review the new single released by Tiffany, just last week.

Female host: Ah yes! It’s been a while. I wonder what this one is like!

M: Why don’t we listen to it together?

(Song plays)

… wondering if I am making the right choice…
… when that one knows how to hurt more than that one knows how to care…
… what is respect? What is trust? One thing is for sure…
… by suffering needlessly, I am only disrespecting–myself.

(Song ends)

F: …

M: Well, the mood was… certainly… dark.

F: I agree. I think we can all relate to these feelings though.

M: What do you mean?

F: Well, when someone you care about lies to you? Or purposely hurts you for whatever reason? Like out of revenge?

M: I see where you are coming from. Reminds me of a time I ran away from home to try to get back at my dad for grounding me. I got a good whooping after, but I know that they were worried about me first and foremost.

F: Haha, thank you for sharing the story, but let’s get back on track. With regards to the mood of this song, I’d say that it is very comtemplative.

M: Maybe… also, the struggle when finding out that you didn’t love yourself as much as you should have?

F: Where did that come from? That was rather deep…

M: Let’s just say that I know what it is like to cling onto an unhealthy love because I didn’t know how to love myself first and foremost.

F: Wow, if you wouldn’t mind, how about we go for supper after and talk about this further? You seem to have a lot of wisdom!

M: Hah! Sure, why not! So, now we end off with the final verdict. What we have here is a slow and melancholy ballad. It is a very relatable one too, we believe, because it brings to light a question that I’m sure many of us ask ourselves with regards to different aspects of life. That question is, “How much suffering can I voluntarily let myself go through before I start hurting myself?”

F: Yes! With that, we will end off our Music Reviewcast. I’m F.

M: And I’m M. We hope you have a great day and take it easy on yourselves!


 

Daily post’s daily prompt: B+

Dream Log | January 16, 2016

Dream Log | January 16, 2016

Theme: shoplifting guilt, being chased and caught, slight homosexual undertones, regret


Dream:

I went into the Sobey’s of my hometown and shoplifted a bun. I wasn’t done shopping yet, so I decided to hide it in the blanket I was holding in my arms. Every now and then, I rip off a piece of the bun and eat it… then I’d cover it up again. However, the bun kept peeking out. I was never able to fully hide it. One of the grocery clerks must have seen the bun  though, because he passed an object to the closest clerk, to which it kept getting passed from person to person. I eventually concluded that they were onto me, and that they were passing down these objects to the manager so that she could track where I was.

I ran from aisle to aisle, trying to lose them, but everywhere I went, there was another grocery clerk who would pass on another object from my last location to another grocery clerk.

 

I run into the produce preparation area and when I turn around, the boss was there. It is a 50-60 year old lady. She interrogates me. I justify my stealing with the fact that I was poor. I told her that I only bought what I needed to survive… I don’t even buy those Louis Vuitton bags.

She feels bad for me and grabs my face. She says, “If only I had known you earlier… I’d be 70 years younger.”

I don’t understand what she means by this because she looks younger than 70. She gives me the bun but tells me I’ll be getting a black mark on my university transcript. She places a sticker on my bun–dark green. I can get a free bun everyday… but I’m not sure if it was worth it.

Another day, I come into the grocery store and there is cauliflower, shiitake mushrooms with no smell, sweet corn, and cabbage. I’m still holding yet another stickered bun.


 

Concluding Thoughts: I don’t know where the homosexual undertones come from because my sexual orientation is very hetero. I am a little disappointed that I went to shoplift something so insignificant in my dream. Should have stolen all the lottery tickets, haha!