Day of dream - a long time ago
It seemed like a Doctor Who setting. While the Doctor was busy exploring something else somewhere else, I was walking down the sidewalk alone. It was a broad sidewalk, with buildings to my left. A lamp post would pass by periodically to my left, and occasionally, there would be a bench. These benches were curious, for they are barred off with a chain, regardless of it being occupied.
When I was passing by this one bench, two young children at the bench, a boy and a girl, invited me to join them behind the chains. Although they were moving around a lot, they seemed harmless enough. I nodded, and took a step toward them. They lifted the chain to let me in. Once I was behind the chains, they started climbing on me. Everything happened so quickly that I did not have time to react. One of them stood on the bench, and attached his/her wide-opened mouth in an attempt to swallow my head. I felt my head getting spacier and lighter.
[something must have happened in between, of which I cannot recall]
No harm was done to me in the previous incident. We learned that they are a species of aliens who feed on people's minds, including their memory and intellect. In other words, these aliens feed on people's lives. The young do so by attaching their mouths to the head to absorb the contents of the mind. Adults can absorb by contact with any part of the body. They can eat off the lives of their species as well. Mind-absorbing is a natural process upon contact, however conscious efforts can counter it. Still, little was known about the mind-gobblers and there were much legends surrounding these creatures.
For some reason, either as a condition in the peace-pack for the mind-gobblers to prove that they can live among humans, or as a spy for the Doctor to observe them, I was sent to live with a family of mind-gobblers for an undefined period of time. The family four members, and a mind-gobbler guardian to make sure I don't run away. consisted of During which, I was in constant unease, feeling that I am the only target in the house should they lose their control. Being in their vicinity made me light-headed. The uncertainty of the end of my term only served to make me nervous with every passing day.
One day, either in the afternoon or the evening, the family gathered and tried embracing. They must have seen it practiced among humans. I turned around from my corner to watch them. It started off slowly awkwardly, as the mind-gobblers have to exercise extreme control to avoid gobbling during contact. The members touched, held for no more than a while, and broke off. The brief experience of the comforts of a human embrace was a exhilarating one for every member. It pleased them to understand love, if it was from a different perspective.
The explosion of emotions affected me, as I was affected when in their vicinity. I felt the desperate need for fresh air. The enclosed space of the house was suffocating. Lightheaded, I rushed out of the house and my body gave way. I laid on my side in the fetal position, with both hands trying to hold my mind together and to prevent anything from seeping away. My guardian rushed to the door, and stared helplessly at me. I asked him/her to not get any closer, for I fear that the mind-gobblers can create a reverse force field that sucks in mind contents without contact.
My head felt spacier and lighter, and I prayed desperately that the Doctor would come and take me away at that instant. Yet despite the raging concern for my life, I felt for the mind-gobblers. They wanted so much to love and to touch, but it is so difficult for them because of what they are...
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Friday, August 05, 2011
Dream Episode - Rose and Violet
Day of dream: a long time ago (recorded a day after the dream)
Two sisters, one mild and gentle (let's call her Rose) and the other dark and little rebellious (Violet).
Violet (accidentally?) killed a person. She is going to be caught, but of course she did not want to. Rose knew about the murder/manslaughter too, and advised her to go with the guards peacefully.
The law of the land allowed each person to commit a number of crimes, each of which will be recorded on the body as a bruise or a scar. The more serious ones were marked in more prominently. When the number of "second chances" ran out, the person will be executed.
Violet had caused enough trouble in the past, and she foresaw causing more trouble ahead. Besides, she was attracted to a guy, and Rose was a possible competitor to his affections. Violet was thinking about Rose's suggestion to willing submission. Then she looked at Rose, the good law-abiding Rose, everyone's favorite Rose. Nobody would blame Rose heavily even if anyone believed that Rose actually killed. Violet looked at her, thinking about having Rose take the rap for her. Rose caught a glance at the look, and suddenly became very defensive about her position, even aggressive against Violet. Violet tried to calm her down, claiming that it was just a thought.
Rose's wand was nearby, in the wand box. Although magic was seldom used, some people can be given a wand and be encouraged to pick up and refine the skill. Rose got the wand when she was a teen, but Violet did not, because people trusted the gentle Rose with a wand to practice magic.
In the heat of the argument, they moved quickly for the wand. While they were struggling for the wand, the wand made up its own mind, and drew a hangman bruise across Rose's neck. The hangman bruise was a mark of capital offenses. The following capital offenses committed by one with the mark means death.
Rose was furious. Violet did not know how it happened. She thought the wand was Rose's, so it should be helping Rose instead of working against her owner. Rose explained (grudgingly) that it was because Violet was staring at the wand (in envy) so much, spending more time with the wand that Rose did, so that her thoughts influenced and changed the wand. In a way, the wand behaved like Violet would, with a little envy and jealousy toward Rose.
When the guards came, Rose struggled and insisted that she was not the one. But the guards saw her hangman bruise and took her away.
Violet felt guilty for having gotten innocent Rose into so much trouble. She felt like an unworthy and evil sister for perhaps unconsciously wishing Rose harm (as acted out by the wand). It was almost certain that Rose would be hung. Violet was determined to save her. She was ready to leave her love to run away with Rose and live as outcasts.
The next day, when Rose was resisting in vain as she was dragged onto the hanging platform, Violet came and snatched her away from the guards. Rose was not any happier with her sister. Although an outcast's life and her magical hangman's bruise tainted her life, it is a better option than death. While they were running, with Rose following closely behind the more active Violet, Rose said, "you might have stolen my life, but I had stolen the heart of your love. I slept with him the night before they took me away!"
Two sisters, one mild and gentle (let's call her Rose) and the other dark and little rebellious (Violet).
Violet (accidentally?) killed a person. She is going to be caught, but of course she did not want to. Rose knew about the murder/manslaughter too, and advised her to go with the guards peacefully.
The law of the land allowed each person to commit a number of crimes, each of which will be recorded on the body as a bruise or a scar. The more serious ones were marked in more prominently. When the number of "second chances" ran out, the person will be executed.
Violet had caused enough trouble in the past, and she foresaw causing more trouble ahead. Besides, she was attracted to a guy, and Rose was a possible competitor to his affections. Violet was thinking about Rose's suggestion to willing submission. Then she looked at Rose, the good law-abiding Rose, everyone's favorite Rose. Nobody would blame Rose heavily even if anyone believed that Rose actually killed. Violet looked at her, thinking about having Rose take the rap for her. Rose caught a glance at the look, and suddenly became very defensive about her position, even aggressive against Violet. Violet tried to calm her down, claiming that it was just a thought.
Rose's wand was nearby, in the wand box. Although magic was seldom used, some people can be given a wand and be encouraged to pick up and refine the skill. Rose got the wand when she was a teen, but Violet did not, because people trusted the gentle Rose with a wand to practice magic.
In the heat of the argument, they moved quickly for the wand. While they were struggling for the wand, the wand made up its own mind, and drew a hangman bruise across Rose's neck. The hangman bruise was a mark of capital offenses. The following capital offenses committed by one with the mark means death.
Rose was furious. Violet did not know how it happened. She thought the wand was Rose's, so it should be helping Rose instead of working against her owner. Rose explained (grudgingly) that it was because Violet was staring at the wand (in envy) so much, spending more time with the wand that Rose did, so that her thoughts influenced and changed the wand. In a way, the wand behaved like Violet would, with a little envy and jealousy toward Rose.
When the guards came, Rose struggled and insisted that she was not the one. But the guards saw her hangman bruise and took her away.
Violet felt guilty for having gotten innocent Rose into so much trouble. She felt like an unworthy and evil sister for perhaps unconsciously wishing Rose harm (as acted out by the wand). It was almost certain that Rose would be hung. Violet was determined to save her. She was ready to leave her love to run away with Rose and live as outcasts.
The next day, when Rose was resisting in vain as she was dragged onto the hanging platform, Violet came and snatched her away from the guards. Rose was not any happier with her sister. Although an outcast's life and her magical hangman's bruise tainted her life, it is a better option than death. While they were running, with Rose following closely behind the more active Violet, Rose said, "you might have stolen my life, but I had stolen the heart of your love. I slept with him the night before they took me away!"
Dream Episode - The Dark Side of Friends
Day of Dream: Overnight train from (Prague-) Germany to Switzerland (recorded immediately after the dream)
Scene 1:
A few friends and I were doing silly things together: trying to trap pigeons with an elaborate series of food that eventually leads to a rope-and-stick controlled trap. We were filming the process.
Scene 2:
One of our friends, the big (because "fat" is politically impolite) one returned to his apartment (alone), and upon finding something amiss, went violent about his room. It might have been some blackmail material that he was holding over a (female) singer/artist. He was furious, and nothing like the "gentle giant" we knew.
He went out of his apartment and down the stairs, where his neighbors were quarreling. one of them saw him, and was suddenly reminded of some of his misgivings, and started targeting her displeasure at him. He calmly sent the other lady neighbor away, assuring the quarrelsome one that he would listen to her complaints against himself. When the other lady left, he picked up an abandoned mattress and pressed it against the wall with his neighbor sandwiched in between, despite the presence of a fortune-teller in the vicinity. (The fortune-teller is as real a person as everyone else, but he/she has a ghost-like quality. Maybe our friendly giant did not think that anyone would take the fortune-teller's witness seriously, and thus the fortune-teller would not bother telling others.) Only when the other neighbor return, did he release the pressure, leaving the poor quarrelsome woman cursing him in between breaks while gasping for air. He feigned innocence, gently asking others to trust his character, claiming the fortune-teller as his witness. Once the calming neighbor left, he resumed to his previous task, suffocating the cursing neighbor before she had swallowed another gulp of air. The fortune-teller did not seem to care.
Scene 3:
We were reviewing the video of our bird trap adventures. when we realized that we had filmed the gentle giant without his knowledge. He exhibited violent behavior toward the pigeons that we never thought he was capable of...
Scene 4:
I was returning home, an apartment in the same building as the gentle giant, with a mind to confront him about the video, when I ran into him in his violent act (of suffocating his neighbor). he let go immediately upon sighting me. The calmer neighbor entered immediately after. The cursing neighbor is surprisingly still alive. Though cursing and gasping for air, she seemed to enjoy the violent treatment, and tried to encourage more.
Seeing his violent act confirmed my suspicion. Failing to be bought over by his lies, I threatened to tell the others. He was furious, and stormed out of the semi-basement.
I walked upstairs with the calm neighbor, discussing the gentle giant and his darker side. When I reached my floor, I realized that I did not have my keys with me. The thought that he might have taken them haunted me...
My nightmare was confirmed when I found my door unlocked. he left my army-green monk bag on the floor, and a set of instructions, which lead to a video on the computer. It's a Chinese music video: ...用心去品尝一个人的思念... (I think that was what it was in the dream. It has quite a nice melody, although I could not remember it to save my life.) I supposed it meant that he would keep haunting me with the uncertainty of when he would return to my house and strike until I find his blackmail material for him... And that video was all I had to start on.
Scene 1:
A few friends and I were doing silly things together: trying to trap pigeons with an elaborate series of food that eventually leads to a rope-and-stick controlled trap. We were filming the process.
Scene 2:
One of our friends, the big (because "fat" is politically impolite) one returned to his apartment (alone), and upon finding something amiss, went violent about his room. It might have been some blackmail material that he was holding over a (female) singer/artist. He was furious, and nothing like the "gentle giant" we knew.
He went out of his apartment and down the stairs, where his neighbors were quarreling. one of them saw him, and was suddenly reminded of some of his misgivings, and started targeting her displeasure at him. He calmly sent the other lady neighbor away, assuring the quarrelsome one that he would listen to her complaints against himself. When the other lady left, he picked up an abandoned mattress and pressed it against the wall with his neighbor sandwiched in between, despite the presence of a fortune-teller in the vicinity. (The fortune-teller is as real a person as everyone else, but he/she has a ghost-like quality. Maybe our friendly giant did not think that anyone would take the fortune-teller's witness seriously, and thus the fortune-teller would not bother telling others.) Only when the other neighbor return, did he release the pressure, leaving the poor quarrelsome woman cursing him in between breaks while gasping for air. He feigned innocence, gently asking others to trust his character, claiming the fortune-teller as his witness. Once the calming neighbor left, he resumed to his previous task, suffocating the cursing neighbor before she had swallowed another gulp of air. The fortune-teller did not seem to care.
Scene 3:
We were reviewing the video of our bird trap adventures. when we realized that we had filmed the gentle giant without his knowledge. He exhibited violent behavior toward the pigeons that we never thought he was capable of...
Scene 4:
I was returning home, an apartment in the same building as the gentle giant, with a mind to confront him about the video, when I ran into him in his violent act (of suffocating his neighbor). he let go immediately upon sighting me. The calmer neighbor entered immediately after. The cursing neighbor is surprisingly still alive. Though cursing and gasping for air, she seemed to enjoy the violent treatment, and tried to encourage more.
Seeing his violent act confirmed my suspicion. Failing to be bought over by his lies, I threatened to tell the others. He was furious, and stormed out of the semi-basement.
I walked upstairs with the calm neighbor, discussing the gentle giant and his darker side. When I reached my floor, I realized that I did not have my keys with me. The thought that he might have taken them haunted me...
My nightmare was confirmed when I found my door unlocked. he left my army-green monk bag on the floor, and a set of instructions, which lead to a video on the computer. It's a Chinese music video: ...用心去品尝一个人的思念... (I think that was what it was in the dream. It has quite a nice melody, although I could not remember it to save my life.) I supposed it meant that he would keep haunting me with the uncertainty of when he would return to my house and strike until I find his blackmail material for him... And that video was all I had to start on.
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