My mom and I dream a lot, in our waking hours, or in our sleep. We share with each other the dreams that we remember. For many years, I have tried to decipher her dreams and mine, tracing every vivid, eerie detail, and finding clues in ancient Chinese folklore. What does it mean if we dream of a stranger in a blue dress? What about eating noodles? Buying vegetables in the market? Coming across a snake? Bitten by a dog?
On our most miserable days, we dreamt out loud. In an empty apartment, we talked about our dreams until we both fell asleep. One night, we talked about our dream house. “It…
