Had an afternoon nap. And dreamt that my dad had a vietnam wife and went to vietnam to sell knives. And there were plastic holder knives all over the house kitchen. Tried to take one on the top and it resembled twin huge cleavers used by the 'dai yee loong' (da er loong). Woke up in a sweat.
Must be because we bought knives from Ikea, and I haven't called dad in a while. But still don't get the vietnam part.
Woke up and found a nice big Mega Mac (the 4 patty one) on the table waiting for me for dinner..