I think it's the day before yesterday when I had a weird dream. As of all dreams I can't remember 90% of the content, but I remembered attending some classes, still in NY I think. Then my class is filled with strangers but I seemed to perfectly comfortable with that. One of the girl, I think her name was Shawnean or sth, complained that Miss Zhong penalised her work because she asked too many questions, then Miss Zhong got very angry. I'm sure Miss Zhong won't act like that in real life, but oh well anything can happen in a dream.
And for some weird reason we were honoured to meet Werner Heisenberg, he just walked into our class like some kind of amiable non-important person and we were crowding around him supposed to ask him questions. I wasn't shocked or amazed perhaps because somewhere deep in my mind I've registered that this was fake because, well, Heisenberg was dead quite a long time ago. Unfortunately with our (or mine, since the dream is mine) general stupidity we came up with stupid questions, and throughout the session I didn't say a word, I sort of just looked up at this guy in his overcoat. I can't remember what I was thinking, but I remembered feeling regretful when the session ended and he smiled, waved goodbye and left. Maybe I was thinking of how great this guy was, how I can make the session meaningful, but everything ended too soon.
Why, out of all scientists, the fascination with Werner Heisenberg? Actually I know nothing of him except his uncertainty principle and those pictures of him I saw on google, which I searched after stumbling upon a parody song on uncertainty principle "sang" by him on youtube. But seeing his picture and his smile already gave me a warm feeling, and it made me want to know more of his life. Weird that I always get this feeling out of dead people, for example the same thing happened when I listened to waltz no.2 and saw that worried face of Dmitri Shostakovich. I simply feel some kind of connection when I hear waltz no.2, as though I'm drinking a mushroom soup thick with various feelings all mixed up. Strangely it is as though I can feel the composer. The same thing did not happen to me when I see Heisenberg, but I feel that he's somewhat special, more special than Bohr, more special than Schrödinger, even more special than Einstein. This strange feeling is unexplainable. In fact, after that search which happened so long ago I've almost forgotten about him, and the memory came back only when he made this sudden appearance in my dream.
Then I had another weird dream yesterday. As usual 90% of the dream is forgotten. All I can remember is that I'm at HCJC, being placed in the third class (which by itself is already illogical because we are not sort into classes on the first day of school) and meeting a lot of my old classmates from primary school. Then we had an assembly, which I forget the theme, and then I realised I was wearing my periodic table of minecraft T-shirt and NY school skirt. I started to panic and rushed to the HC bookstore (which looked like a make-shift stall) to buy uniform. The bookshop aunty said that the uniform is not for sale when there's like six sets hanging there. I begged and begged and she finally agreed to sell me one out of her sympathy. When I passed her my cashcard she said sth like the uniform will have weird disastrous effects...
Poof the next moment I'm at home (?) wearing on my HCJC uniform and at the same time googling what's wrong with the hcjc uniform. Then I woke up.
Guess my brain also cannot figure out what can be wrong with a uniform so it ran out of ideas.
Oh and apart from the uniform story I think before the assembly it's free time and I was playing some kind of game in a room with low walls where I could glide down the air. Meaning I squat on the wall, then I push myself down and I'll be slowing descending while moving forward as though I'm on a glider. Anyway this is not important. At this moment a NY teacher came and saw me (???), and I stopped the game and started to chat with the teacher. That teacher was someone who I've always wanted to talk with but never did, so I was quite glad, and I went for the assembly.
Nice illusions that my brain created, but that darn panic feeling was so real until I woke up. Is that a sign for me to buy my uniforms?
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