日有所思，夜有所梦

The mind is an amazing thing.

This morning, I dreamt that I had a Chinese test but I'd completely forgotten about it. I didn't study at all. Which I think is because I kept playing Westward IV during the long weekend and didn't complete what I was planning to clear during that short break. Anyway, in my dream, I went to the toilet before the start of the test, and when I returned to the classroom slightly late, guess who's inside (other than the students, of course)?

Mr Lim, my primary school Chinese teacher, and, ahem, my supervisor. Looking stern.

Holy shit.

I was reeling from shock when I woke up. How on earth did he enter my dream?

Scary.

And I usually take the lift at S15 when I go to the lab, but today I alighted at the stop opposite university hall and took the lift at S12.

And guess who I saw again?

Bingo.