Dream: Evil dragon and time travel

Dreams as they go don't make sense. I just thought that it's amusing to log them and read at a future date. Readers might want to skip this entry.

[dream: act 1]
In long shop house area, much like Tanjong Pagar.  Waiting for someone.
[/dream: act 1]

[dream: act 2]
In unfamiliar shopping center.  Had an appointment with an NBA player at 12 noon.  It's 1.45 pm and he's very late.  Wanted to not wait for him, like what Lincoln would have done.
[/dream: act 2]

[dream: act 3]
Evil Chinese dragons(note1) attacking Chinese opera houses.  I was shown a map of a web of river valleys with settlements populating them, each having an opera house.  I have went backward in time, just before the second attack.
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[dream: act 4]
An elderly man was collecting tax/license fee from the opera owners.  He commented that their ticket rates are very cheap.  I know instinctively that this was just before modernisation forced prices down and opera house out of business.  I got to know the price is $1.50.  I agreed, "Very cheap".
[/dream: act 4]

[dream: act 5]
In a small flat.  Younger versions of my parents-in-law are eating egg omelettes and pork cutlets.  Had a thought that if I could stop them from eating unhealthy food now, I could prevent their health problems later.  Saw an elderly woman to the right of me.
"Dua Ah Ma(note2)", I greeted her in Hokkien.
"What Dua Ah Ma?  There's no such thing", she replied in the same dialect.
Pointing to my mother-in-law, I said, "She's Ah Ma.  You're Dua Ah Ma.  I came from the future".
"What?  I don't know you".
Another voice spoke up.  In place of my father-in-law.  A younger version of my maternal grandmother sat there.  She was her plumb self as I remembered her then.  She said, "As he said before to me, once he speaks up, you'll recognise his voice".
That's right, I thought.  I told her that when I time traveled the last time(note3), but that event has not happened yet...
I asked, "How could you know?  It hasn't happened yet".
"I don't know".  She replied.  "I just do.".
[/dream: act 5]

Ah... I missed you.

Footnotes:
note1: In cultural history, Chinese dragons are forces of good, and not evil.
note2: A bad translation.  I was addressing my mother-in-law "Grandmother", and my grand mother-in-law as Great Grandmother".
note3: Dream self had this "memory" that he(myself) met his maternal grandmother in his time travels, and she was convinced of his identity.  However, that "event" is supposedly years after this one.
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The taste of an oyster

The taste of an oyster.

source: http://www.chow.com/food-news/54106/the-taste-of-an-oyster/

This is an excerpt from Rowan Jacobsen’s A Geography of Oysters: The Connoisseur’s Guide to Oyster Eating in North America, Bloomsbury USA (September 4, 2007). Copyright Rowan Jacobsen.
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An amazing amount of ink has been spilled over the years in an effort to nail the taste of oysters. The essayist Michel de Montaigne compared them to violets. Eleanor Clark mentioned their “shock of freshness.” M. F. K. Fisher was one of many to point out that they are “more like the smell of rock pools at low tide than any other food in the world.” To the French poet Léon-Paul Fargue, eating one was “like kissing the sea on the lips.” For James Beard, they were simply “one of the supreme delights that nature has bestowed on man. ... Oysters lead to discussion, to contemplation, and to sensual delight. There is nothing quite like them.” Something about them excites the palate, and the mind, in a way that other shellfish don’t. You don’t see cookbooks devoted to scallops, and you’d never have found M. F. K. Fisher writing Consider the Clam. 

Yet something about oysters resists every attempt to describe them. 

If we didn’t love them so, it wouldn’t matter, but there’s a tension and energy in the fact that we adore them, many others do not, and that we struggle to explain this mysterious love. The proliferating category of oyster adjectives—cucumber, citrus, melon, copper, smoke—is useful, but doesn’t cut to the core. At some level, it’s not about taste or smell at all. Because an oyster, like a lover, first captures you by bewitching your mind.

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