Dream again

It's been a while haven't remembered a dream when I woke up. My memory doesn't work too well when I am too busy.

But after a night of relaxing yesterday, my brain started to gain some vibe. So this morning when I woke up, I remembered that my dream was about packing up and preparing to fly back form some place (probably Hong Kong) to my living place (probably Houston). I was in a hush packing things up, like I didn't do anything until the last minute. Mom was around chatting with me. But suddenly the scene jumped to me and my mom being on the plane, and my mom was activity talking to other passengers about Christianity and gospel.

So basically that's the dream.