It might be because I was turning the air conditioner too cold last night, I had a chilling dream
that I was back at my old city and a giant (idk what, it might be a gorilla) thing was tearing down a building near a square (the square is a frequently appeared place in my bizarre dreams). And I got panicked, and told my mother we should be moving out from the city (I am ever the more cautious one, where she is careless to salesmen) to my aunt's house where it was in a smaller town and it was midnight and I nearly lost my shoe while running.
It made no sense at all bc the place my aunt was living in my dream is not really her house, and her husband is really my neighbor at my old house, not my real uncle. And I woke up in 5 am and had to turn off the cooler.
