Well, the Chinese have a saying, 日有所思，夜有所梦 (what you think of in the day, you will dream about at night). And I can’t emphasize how true that is. Yesterday afternoon I had this sudden revelation that I don’t know my birds and fishes (I hate using plural “fish” because I think it doesn’t make sense, unless you do the dish and make many wish). Like, I can’t tell a tilapia apart from a trout. Neither do I know what’s the difference between an eagle and a hawk. I can tell you all about mammals, but not birds and fishes (and least insects and reptiles).
And so anyway, I had a strange dream at night. I dreamt that I was in pragmatics class, and we were playing an animal guessing game, and it was all about birds and fishes. I couldn’t make out the clues, and I seriously guessed, and this particular guy, who is usually humble and quiet, kept correcting me and kept showing his superior knowledge of the birds and fishes. How disgusting.
