Ha ha ha. Had fantastic dream last night and forgot cleanly who I dreamt of until I walked towards lab this morning. There was my supervisor leading me up and down some lift, which was somehow transparent and looked out to a Chinese water-colour painting landscape (coloured, not black and white). The lift stopped at the facade of some building, where sat a Caucasian on some flat steps and who beamed on us. We (Caucasian and I, minus supervisor) went to my house, but my mum was being hostile and shut herself in the bedroom. The living room was blinding white and armchairs were draped with white cloth. We sat there in the manner of Su You Peng and Chae Lin on the bank of Eigene and he threw his arms around me. And while I was passing by one of the offices on my way to lab this morning, who should I see but him who was in my dream, standing by the printing/scanning/photocopying machine, wearing bright red and shoulder squared as usual, walking in the manner of a lumbering animal, the German researcher in the fine chemicals synthesis lab.