Wooden Fish

Waking up this morning made me sad, because I dreamed about returning home. The dream felt so real, and I remembered feeling really happy. In the dream, I was back in China the day of New Year’s Eve, and the plan was to meet up with my parents and all other relatives that night for a big New Year’s Eve dinner. I was somewhere else during the day with someone, and when the time came to leave for the dinner, all sort of things happened and I could not leave. I remember a lonely friend begged me to stay for the night. I remember someone stole a woman’s purse in a restaurant, and I was helping that woman. Meanwhile, I watched the clock ticking, and my heart was burning with desperate anxiety, and I knew in the dream that I would not make for the dinner. Then, I woke up, remembering everything, remembering that I never made for the dinner.