After seeing half of the movie mirror (by Andrei Tarkovsky, I’m not clear if the English name is correct), I fall asleep. It is about 3:40in the afternoon, I told my peers to wake me up when they were going to Melody’s dinner. Yes, she got a 10,000 scholarship last semester, so she invited the whole class for dinner.

Near my waking up, I dreamed. At the very beginning, it was a close-up picture of tow men in yellow on a shaking boat. It seems like a piece of news on TV. In England, yeah, I’m sure, the tow men said it was in England. They were suffering from flood. Behind them, heavy waves hammered. They were reporting the news. Suddenly, a big wave turned the boat over, one of the tow men fell down from it, and drowned. The other seemed unaware of it continued to report it, with full of enthusiasm. I was so worried, then, the camera panned out to show a view of the whole scene, I got a picture of crowded people standing around the water, it was rainy, or otherwise, at least humid. They were talking, crying, discussing, a big clutter. I saw some one pulling a long tie, I got the idea that the men in the water were tied by it.

Continue tomorrow…sweet dream…