In case I forget my dream, I'll just post it up here. Actually I've forgotten about half of it, but blah, I'll just post up what I remember.

Okay, so I dreamed about Japan again! But this time I wasn't with AFS. :)))) I was with my family and my family's friend. Which apparently were Japanese. I don't remember having any Japanese family friends though. Haha.  They were imaginary. Oh anyways, the dream was a mysterious one. It's about making me realise how important languages are. -__- Because at some point I was with my dad's friend's kids and we got lost. And I don't speak Jap, can't communicate with them. So anyways, they didn't even know they were lost because they were just blindly following me and I  just don't know how to tell them that we were lost. So we came to this neighbourhood. It was at night, and was so dark, my heart was literally bursting out of my chest. Dead scared, looking for the right way to follow. Then some middle-aged uncle came out, and surprisingly he was a MALAY. :3 I was sooo happy to see him so I started blabbering in my crappy Malay trying to tell him that were lost but unfortunately he's been living in Japan for too long that his Malay skills were nil already. Then those cute kids were still standing there, dumbfounded, not knowing why I'm freaking out. Cuz apparently they were too young to realise that we were lost. Anyways, that Malay uncle realized that I was speaking Malay and got in the house to call for help. Few minutes later another ojisan grandpa-like uncle came out and started speaking Malay to him. Thank God. He understands Malay and even scolded his son for not understanding Malay. He said that that's our mother tongue and one does not just forget one's mother tongue like that.

That was all I remembered. Oh, anyways, Japan in  my dream was BEAUTIFUL. Well, real Japan was amazing too, but in my dream it was like a magical place. Unbelievably beautiful. Like something out from Miyazaki Hayao's animations.

I really hope to go back again one day. :/