Dreaming...

The past couple nights I've had some very vivid and strange dreams. I only remember that I woke up feeling very disturbed today morning because I dreamt that my family hated me. I don't know what I did but everyone just hated me, especially my sister. And I was just DEVASTATED. Inside I was thinking, "BUT I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! WHAT DO I DO? How do I go on?" while simultaneously beginning to realize that I might have to accept this truth. And then, I woke up. (Feels like SHIT. Having your family, the people you love, just HATE you. I couldn't stop crying)

Anyhow, the parentals are in China for business and after playing phone tag with my Dad for the past two days I was finally able to speak to him. Told him my dream only to receive this response:

Dad: "You're weird. Why would you dream that?"

Me: "I don't know. I can't control it. It doesn't mean anything."

Dad: "Well, you know dreams always mean the opposite right?"

(This is coming from the man who bought a lotto ticket after dreaming that he fell into an outhouse. Apparently, Korean superstition dictates that if you get poo on you that means good luck. He said his whole leg fell into it. I don't know what he expected from that lotto ticket though....)

We hung up but he calls me back in a minute. Says something like he's sitting next to some dream interpretor? (wtf? He's eating lunch in China with my mom and their designer) and the dream means that it's the people that I miss and that means I miss my family, especially my sister. I guess hearing it vocalized it's true?

:(

Anyhow, I think my Dad lied and it was probably the designer unni that told him the interpretation (she knows a lot of dream superstitions.) I think he lies to amuse me- either make things funnier or more interesting. Oh Papa Kang!!!