After writing the previous thought I had a nap. I dreamed (in a dimmed, unlively fashion) that I was snacking on chunks of fish while chatting with my Canadian uncle (whom is visiting in real life). I put a large piece of piece of fish in my mouth and I felt a fish bone get caught in my throat. I thought: I must breathe calmly to see if my airway is obstructed. It was difficult, but I was able to breathe. I kept on listening to my uncle chatting at me while I pretended nothing happened.

I was concealing the weed plants I had in the rooftop. I felt I was being inauthentic by hiding my lifestyle choice.