I had this dream where a youth group leader, a cute kind-hearted generous Chinese friend of mine in her late twenties, was a teacher of a class in which I was a student possibly at middle school age. Her attitude seemed uneasy as she was possibly looking at the official class roster. This didn't prevent her from flashing a very photogenic smile at us, even though she was nervous. The next image is a puddle of coffee on the floor beside a cup cover used for shielding the hand from unwanted burns. The class was then in middle of a writing exercise where she approached me wondering why I wasn't writing anything at the time. (I wrote two pages in 2 to 3 seconds.) "Why don't you write more," she said. I felt embarrassed and awkward that she would do that. I looked up at her in what I was feeling and looked back down at my handwriting on the notebook paper. I wanted her to go away and bother someone else. I felt like she was picking on me because she knew me.
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