Last night I dreamed probably still on vacation with Tom's family. But I only remember Tom and Brian. And the only thing left in my memory was my home in Penang, where I tried to change or something in my old room and Brian's trying to get in so I tried to keep the door closed.
Interestingly, I think every time I dream of "home" or somewhere homely, secure, it's always going back to this Penang room. Why couldn't it be the rooms I had lived after?