Because everybody just squirts out babies like that.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Two Kinds of Death
I learn that human beings can have two kinds of deaths, spiritual and physical, and both must happen before they truly die. This has to do with the two forces of the world, black (male, benign) and red (female, troublesome). Some other girls and I are reading and looking at some drawings that we found, and a Shinigami appears and tells us that we are all going to die spiritually soon, just not physically. The shinigami is a short man with a small dagger.
"Don't worry, you won't feel a thing when it happens," he says, waving his dagger.
I want to put on some new nail polish before I die because I figure the way I look when I die will remain my appearance when I am a ghost. I walk up and down Tung Hwa Street, looking for lilac colored nail polish. I pause at an intersection and suddenly feel the wind knocked out of me. I fall to the ground. As I get up I feel normal enough, and I guess that the Shinigami already stabbed me with his short knife.
I am worried that I am now an invisible ghost so I walk into a convenient store and talk to people. They can still feel and touch me--the Shinigami wasn't lying about how one will not really die until the body dies also. I'll have to be extra careful crossing the street.
I'm reading a book of dreams attributed to Charles Perrault and taking notes. M, the teacher, asks a few questions, such as "Do you believe all these dreams are by one person?" and "Would you like to know who wrote each of the dreams?" I say that I'd rather not know the authors because otherwise I'll just look up their lives and explain away the dreams based on what the authors experienced in real life.
A woman, a colleague of M's, walks into the room and M introduces me as his fiancee. I wonder if he noticed that I already have a wedding ring on, and feel happy, sad and ashamed all at once, not knowing what will happen next.
"Don't worry, you won't feel a thing when it happens," he says, waving his dagger.
I want to put on some new nail polish before I die because I figure the way I look when I die will remain my appearance when I am a ghost. I walk up and down Tung Hwa Street, looking for lilac colored nail polish. I pause at an intersection and suddenly feel the wind knocked out of me. I fall to the ground. As I get up I feel normal enough, and I guess that the Shinigami already stabbed me with his short knife.
I am worried that I am now an invisible ghost so I walk into a convenient store and talk to people. They can still feel and touch me--the Shinigami wasn't lying about how one will not really die until the body dies also. I'll have to be extra careful crossing the street.
I'm reading a book of dreams attributed to Charles Perrault and taking notes. M, the teacher, asks a few questions, such as "Do you believe all these dreams are by one person?" and "Would you like to know who wrote each of the dreams?" I say that I'd rather not know the authors because otherwise I'll just look up their lives and explain away the dreams based on what the authors experienced in real life.
A woman, a colleague of M's, walks into the room and M introduces me as his fiancee. I wonder if he noticed that I already have a wedding ring on, and feel happy, sad and ashamed all at once, not knowing what will happen next.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Social Critic Toddler Dream
I'm something between a baby and a toddler, and running around in a complex system of caves and stairs. I go down to a lower level cave and see a bunch of toddlers who have genetic mutations, such as extra eyes, only one eye, or even a hand coming out of one's face. I hurriedly run upstairs before they find me and assimilate me.
I run from cave to cave, finding terrifying babies and toddlers ranging from ones that are green to a whole room of them wearing glasses who will one day become scientists and doctors. Finally I find a group of children that seem normal enough. There is nothing unusual about them except they are all wearing black hoodies. They are the Social Critic babies. I decide to join them. I can criticize society, I think to myself, and immediately a black hoodie appears on me.
I run from cave to cave, finding terrifying babies and toddlers ranging from ones that are green to a whole room of them wearing glasses who will one day become scientists and doctors. Finally I find a group of children that seem normal enough. There is nothing unusual about them except they are all wearing black hoodies. They are the Social Critic babies. I decide to join them. I can criticize society, I think to myself, and immediately a black hoodie appears on me.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Desert Island Publisher Dream
It took me a long time to wade through the waters to a safe island. The place was mostly sand and palm trees, at once a desert and a beach. I am sunbathing by a wooden hut and notice a woman come downstairs; she is putting up a poster about the publishing house she works at on a palm tree.
I decide to seduce her. Anything to be published by the Desert Island Publishing House, I say to myself. We hug but she says she has to go back, and she does, turning back to glance at me every few steps. I don't know if she is an intern, assistant, or editor, but I figure it's a good way to get one foot in.
I decide to seduce her. Anything to be published by the Desert Island Publishing House, I say to myself. We hug but she says she has to go back, and she does, turning back to glance at me every few steps. I don't know if she is an intern, assistant, or editor, but I figure it's a good way to get one foot in.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Mud-Grilled Sad Fish Dream
There is a psychokiller somewhere behind a fish tank. I see him holding a syringe, and I'm not sure who it is for. I'm afraid of him seeing me and attacking me so I turn into a bird and fly far away.
I land in a village where everyone is walking around barefoot. It's gross because there are huge piles of black dog shit everywhere and I have to avoid stepping in them. A little boy comes and tells me to go to his family's tent to play. His mother, father and older brother are all home, grilling fish. The little boy takes a long, black, eel-like fish and begins coating it with mud.
The fish on the grill are gigantic with their mud casings. I notice the three fish stacked together on the grill are all still alive. They are struggling against one another and crying, trying to get away. I feel awful.
"They'll cook to a delicious crisp," the mother explains to me over the fish cries. She even shows me a serving of fully cooked, dry fish. I can't stop them and I am crying just like the fish now.
"I'm never eating fish again," I say as I walk out of the tent and out of the barefoot village.
I land in a village where everyone is walking around barefoot. It's gross because there are huge piles of black dog shit everywhere and I have to avoid stepping in them. A little boy comes and tells me to go to his family's tent to play. His mother, father and older brother are all home, grilling fish. The little boy takes a long, black, eel-like fish and begins coating it with mud.
The fish on the grill are gigantic with their mud casings. I notice the three fish stacked together on the grill are all still alive. They are struggling against one another and crying, trying to get away. I feel awful.
"They'll cook to a delicious crisp," the mother explains to me over the fish cries. She even shows me a serving of fully cooked, dry fish. I can't stop them and I am crying just like the fish now.
"I'm never eating fish again," I say as I walk out of the tent and out of the barefoot village.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Cake that Goes "Moo" Dream
I'm in a supermarket stocking shelves and come up with a way to make people buy more things by posting signs with handwritten messages with arrows pointing to products with the words, "Good Deal!" People are tossing everything that's a good deal into their shopping carts. I run into my Dad and we shop together for some bread and fresh basil. I can finally make that eggplant dish properly.
I jaywalk across a highway and see my brothers and friends from Taiwan. They say they just went to a Taiwanese restaurant called 七七味先, and they offered me some mushroom dessert cakes from a box.
I'm in bed and wake up to see police outside the window. They are saying, "This is a 49, pedophile on the loose." I realize I am in my old boss's home. I wake him and tell him to go check on his young daughter. I lie in bed for a while longer, watching the police slowly chase the short, middle-aged, limping pedophile around the backyard. Finally I go outside to talk to the police, although I really don't want to because I don't want the pedophile to see me and think I'm a kid and become obsessed with me.
The chief of police is very pleasant during our conversation. He thinks I am my old boss's wife and says that he must give us an extravagant wedding present, along with a cake that goes "Moo."
I jaywalk across a highway and see my brothers and friends from Taiwan. They say they just went to a Taiwanese restaurant called 七七味先, and they offered me some mushroom dessert cakes from a box.
I'm in bed and wake up to see police outside the window. They are saying, "This is a 49, pedophile on the loose." I realize I am in my old boss's home. I wake him and tell him to go check on his young daughter. I lie in bed for a while longer, watching the police slowly chase the short, middle-aged, limping pedophile around the backyard. Finally I go outside to talk to the police, although I really don't want to because I don't want the pedophile to see me and think I'm a kid and become obsessed with me.
The chief of police is very pleasant during our conversation. He thinks I am my old boss's wife and says that he must give us an extravagant wedding present, along with a cake that goes "Moo."
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Rumor Factory Dream
J and I are on a plane heading to Taiwan, but we have to spend a one night layover in China. The receptionist in a red traditional dress is nice enough, but she says that there is no internet in the hotel, although it is big and shiny and luxurious.
Next I am in a parking lot with my dad. I notice steam coming out of a small hole in the asphalt and yell at him to pick up his bags and prepare to run. Sure enough the small hole explodes into a large one as hot water gushes out of it, flooding the parking lot, pushing our car to the edge of a barrier. We run to a giant mansion where a lot of other people, mostly Taiwanese, have taken refuge. My family has a second floor bedroom there.
I look out the bedroom window and see people stacking bodies in white plastic bags together in the courtyard. One of my mom's students died, too, and my dad unwraps a white plastic trash bag so he can go downstairs and help. I try to comfort the two siblings of the dead student and we eat cakes, one provided my family, one by theirs.
I venture out of the mansion by bike to get groceries. Surprisingly there is no rush at the store and there are still plenty of necessary supplies. I get so much stuff I have difficulty carrying it, and almost leave behind a giant plastic jug of water. A man pulls up in his car just as I am considering abandoning my bike because the basket is too small. He gives me and another family a ride. We even stop by a bakery, where I look at cakes, but they are too expensive, so I just buy some cookies and bread for my family.
The guy who gave us a drive invites me to his home. We chat, but soon his mother, a middle aged Asian obasan comes home, and wants to know everything about me. What province are your ancestors from, how tall are you, what languages do you speak and how well? I distract her by taking some Chinese food out of my groceries, offering them to her and walking away quickly.
In the end I find a job working at a Chinese factory. The factory manufactures rumors and pays exceedingly well. I return home with a lot of money.
Next I am in a parking lot with my dad. I notice steam coming out of a small hole in the asphalt and yell at him to pick up his bags and prepare to run. Sure enough the small hole explodes into a large one as hot water gushes out of it, flooding the parking lot, pushing our car to the edge of a barrier. We run to a giant mansion where a lot of other people, mostly Taiwanese, have taken refuge. My family has a second floor bedroom there.
I look out the bedroom window and see people stacking bodies in white plastic bags together in the courtyard. One of my mom's students died, too, and my dad unwraps a white plastic trash bag so he can go downstairs and help. I try to comfort the two siblings of the dead student and we eat cakes, one provided my family, one by theirs.
I venture out of the mansion by bike to get groceries. Surprisingly there is no rush at the store and there are still plenty of necessary supplies. I get so much stuff I have difficulty carrying it, and almost leave behind a giant plastic jug of water. A man pulls up in his car just as I am considering abandoning my bike because the basket is too small. He gives me and another family a ride. We even stop by a bakery, where I look at cakes, but they are too expensive, so I just buy some cookies and bread for my family.
The guy who gave us a drive invites me to his home. We chat, but soon his mother, a middle aged Asian obasan comes home, and wants to know everything about me. What province are your ancestors from, how tall are you, what languages do you speak and how well? I distract her by taking some Chinese food out of my groceries, offering them to her and walking away quickly.
In the end I find a job working at a Chinese factory. The factory manufactures rumors and pays exceedingly well. I return home with a lot of money.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Suicide Negotiator Dream
I am in the bathroom in a house and I can see outside onto the balcony through a large window. A woman in a layered white dress is on the balcony. A man is not far from her. I go outside as all this is very odd.
I pass some other tourists who are outside our house. J tells me to go talk to the girl, because she is suicidal, and since I am a girl, too, maybe I can talk her out of it. As I approach the girl the man is trying to hold onto her clothes as she is trying to jump, and I reach out my hand, grasping for her just as she falls off the balcony and presumably plunges to her death.
A cameraman comes and sticks his camera in my face to record the expression on my face. Then the man who was with the girl comes over, laughing. Apparently he is a comedian and this was just a prank show. The girl was a mannequin. Now I have the mannequin, white dress and all, in my hands, and I am beating the comedian with her. He is bent over with his butt in the air and I continue to spank/whack him with the mannequin. The cameraman is recording the whole thing but I don't care.
I pass some other tourists who are outside our house. J tells me to go talk to the girl, because she is suicidal, and since I am a girl, too, maybe I can talk her out of it. As I approach the girl the man is trying to hold onto her clothes as she is trying to jump, and I reach out my hand, grasping for her just as she falls off the balcony and presumably plunges to her death.
A cameraman comes and sticks his camera in my face to record the expression on my face. Then the man who was with the girl comes over, laughing. Apparently he is a comedian and this was just a prank show. The girl was a mannequin. Now I have the mannequin, white dress and all, in my hands, and I am beating the comedian with her. He is bent over with his butt in the air and I continue to spank/whack him with the mannequin. The cameraman is recording the whole thing but I don't care.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Bag of Teeth Dream
We're in a boring class and the teacher is just reading the textbook out loud. Yuan, Shu, and I all of a sudden are summoned by the teacher to go out to a specific office to get some forms for her, so we leave the classroom on our mission.
Our destination looks and smells like a medical/doctor's office with lots of little box offices inside. Yuan gets something from a service window and says, "Oh, these must be the person's teeth." We ask her what she's talking about and she shows us a small bag.
"Why on earth did you take somebody's teeth?" we ask, freaking out. We run out of the room. I'm wearing wedged flipflops and find it difficult to run fast so the other two girls just pull me and I slide along between them as if on skis.
We run downstairs and hide behind a gate, the bars of which we are thin enough to pass through. We sit in the dark, afraid that the owner of the teeth will come get us...
Our destination looks and smells like a medical/doctor's office with lots of little box offices inside. Yuan gets something from a service window and says, "Oh, these must be the person's teeth." We ask her what she's talking about and she shows us a small bag.
"Why on earth did you take somebody's teeth?" we ask, freaking out. We run out of the room. I'm wearing wedged flipflops and find it difficult to run fast so the other two girls just pull me and I slide along between them as if on skis.
We run downstairs and hide behind a gate, the bars of which we are thin enough to pass through. We sit in the dark, afraid that the owner of the teeth will come get us...
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Musical Nightmare
I'm in a big violin contest that involves not just each contestant, but a group of other students who will play the accompanying symphony part of the piece. Ironically my piece is an abridged form of the first of Bach's Sonatas and Partitas for the Solo Violin.
When I go on stage I realize that my accompanying group leader is my mom and once I start playing I realize that she had not taught the students their parts at all. Not only had she taught them nothing, but she also wanted to take pictures of me on stage, in front of the judges, and wanted me to pose for the pictures instead of beginning my piece. I tell her "no" angrily.
So through all this I am struggling to play as well as I can, all alone on stage, and one of the students even has the nerve to come up and ask me questions loudly and shake me when I don't answer. I try to concentrate and continue playing because after all this is a serious contest. At this point my niece runs over from backstage and starts pulling at me also.
Soon I lose it and hurriedly end the piece with a few notes. I am so angry about the debacle that I am crying, and still my mom is trying to take pictures of me.
When I go on stage I realize that my accompanying group leader is my mom and once I start playing I realize that she had not taught the students their parts at all. Not only had she taught them nothing, but she also wanted to take pictures of me on stage, in front of the judges, and wanted me to pose for the pictures instead of beginning my piece. I tell her "no" angrily.
So through all this I am struggling to play as well as I can, all alone on stage, and one of the students even has the nerve to come up and ask me questions loudly and shake me when I don't answer. I try to concentrate and continue playing because after all this is a serious contest. At this point my niece runs over from backstage and starts pulling at me also.
Soon I lose it and hurriedly end the piece with a few notes. I am so angry about the debacle that I am crying, and still my mom is trying to take pictures of me.
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