Just remembered a strangest dream:
I saw my old classmate, Lee Ching Ling. Somehow on a bus. I think. Bus is U.S. style.
As he was leaving, I asked him for contact info. I believe he tried to leave me Facebook handle...but I remember vaguely...it was mere numbers...I think...158? 588? The numbers made much sense during the dream, but now I either don't remember the numbers or that they are just irrelevant to anything.