I had a dream where I felt so lost between the places that used to be so familiar to me: the neighborhood near my primary school, the classroom in my middle school, the subway I often took in high school, my bedroom back in my parent's home in China, and the apartment I rented here while attending UCB. Realistically, since these places were from different stages in my life, they shouldn’t appear together. However, in the chaotic logicless world of dreams, anything could happen. I seemed to see myself with my middle school crush taking the subway, but I never got to recognize his face clearly. I was shuttling between, the memories of mine, in the river of time.
In the dream, I clearly remembered myself waking up while calling my mom for help as I felt so suffocated from sleep. In this layer of the dream, I was in my parent’s home. The neuro signal of suffocating was so real that my brain probably thought I was dying so it woke up in real life, and this time I found myself lying in my rented bedroom at Berkeley.
