I’m at Royal Ontario museum. I had a terrible dream last night dreaming about living in a camp like environment outside near a stone statue. People had a riot about tarot cards and who is better equipped to deal with the fallout. I walked through many streets wondering where all the people were. In the dream they also used a lamp to light up the space. And there was a competition to jump from the building using burning parachutes. I woke up feeling terrible and sad feeling it has something to do with the stuff I wrote about my classmates and friends on my blog. I tried to change it. But then I decided to change back to it. I realized I might have been feeling sad and decided to change my writing due to my urge to teach how people should treat me, and revenge. This type of mentality is really immature. I think it might be my infectious writing that all my classmates and friends like qirou yang, Zhou Lifan and Sophia oppel, decide that they are going to have revenge against people they know in their and our lives to compete who is hotter. This type of thing is from before 2019 when I still studied at OCAD university. When I was previously studying at Sichuan university and Upei I had other things I picked up from other friends from those schools, like being really political and outspoken, and follow my heart’s desires. What does it matter whether their jobs are real or not? They don’t communicate with me and don’t invite me like before to art events and school events. Of course I can think and investigate however I feel like, have doubts about their capabilities. I really think it’s illegal immigration. After 2019, I picked up from the strangers everywhere about getting married, getting into schools and all sorts of urban information. It’s plainly ruining my life a little. I’m always worrried and wondering about the future disregarding of the present. It’s so crazy. They can follow me wherever they go. And they organize mass movements to direct how this information flow right in front of me. And my mother came to Canada doing immigration. It’s just too much for me to be honest. I dislike her and don’t want to live with her. She treated me like shit too, never telling me what’s going on, hiding and trying to control my rightful inheritance. My relationship with her is long dead. I feel a sense of relief to be honest. I just wonder where I would live now if I’m without her. Etc.