Dara

If I ever swore at my parents, they would shoot me

This. Mom is Chinese. My great grandparents came to the US from China. Dad's family is Scots Irish with Oklahoma/Texas influence. There was a lot of emphasis on respect, personal responsibility and family. Dad and I are into culinary "tourism"... which means we like to eat food from a variety of cultures. So chopsticks, a lot of rice... and let me just say that rice with butter and sugar and milk is an abomination.

I often feel like an odd duck. Not wholly comfortable in Chinese culture, don't quite fit into white American culture.

Bwahahahaaa! Suddenly I'm feeling absolutely brilliant.

I, for example, managed to fall asleep at planned intervals yesterday.

Stupid question but... did you install the "Python required files" yet?

I did. And they are the Mac ones.

Error message: "Abrosia has encountered a fatal error, and will now terminate. A Python runtime could be located. You may need to install a framework build of Python, or edit the PyRuntimeLocatons array in this application's Info.plist file." Options are Open Console or Terminate.

How do I edit PyRuntimeLocations array so it works?

I started this dream off in a dark narrow hallway with loads of doors. I had the immediate sense I was not supposed to be here at all, as if it wasnt my house and I broke in or something, so I decided to explore.

You have allowed your curiosity to overcome your respect of others. You are tempted to do wrong things, arguing to yourself that the end justifies the means.

I walked down this hallway for quite some time before I came to a section with many doors. most of the doors were this pale old wood, but there were a few which were like BRIGHT silver, inside of these silver doors, I would either find a impenetrable black darkness. This darkness could not be moved. So I would continue down this long hallway.

You have important goals or desires, but you do not understand how to achieve those goals. You take the path of least resistance.

eventually I came to a giant open room, with a diningroom table in the middle. one of those really long old ones thats like the really nice wood that splits in the middle? and since I felt I didnt belong here, I hid. Right about this time, these two people come running in. They look like those two people from that painting with the farmer and his wife in front of their farm? and the woman stared at me with these really beady black eyes so I turned around to try to run, and there was a giant black wall behind me, and when I turned to look at the woman, I was surrounded by black and started falling. Then I awoke.

You know that if you continue this path, you will not be able to escape the consequences. You are warning yourself to make wiser choices.

Either that or you've been playing too many RPGs.