Wednesday, August 4, 2010

La Nouche's Dream Journal-Chp 20


• I remember being in some sort of a dance hall or something

• I wanted to fly, so I had with me a white and black wing that looked like the ones made for children’s costume

• Sprayed the wings to make them harden before attaching them to my back

• Wanted to find some place to get my bearings but something inside me told me not to do this and go back home

• Quickly rush back home and found my mom there with some guys

• She was wondering where I was because I was gone and my food was half-eaten on the table

• I lied to her saying that I went to see my friend Khiong for a while

• Realized that I was in my old apartment home in Kepayan

• Then suddenly found myself in some kind of elite party

• Was talking to a man who no longer believed in God

• Had a gut feeling that one of the ladies there who is the PR of the restaurant was Jesus

• Came to her and asked permission of her to stab her hands so that I can prove she could heal to convince him

• She didn’t want to at first but I persuaded her, saying it was the only way to convince the man

• Remembered the scene of the crucifixion from the movie Passion of the Christ and cried

• I tried to stab as hard as I could but not drawing enough blood

• She took a knife and slit her palm and arm

• As I predicted, it healed on its own, convincing the man and made him cry and go on his knees, begging for forgiveness

• I hugged the lady and cried as well and she told me I was blessed for believing in her from the start

• We decided to go on a journey, but she told me to wait outside

• I saw a little black Chihuahua outside the door of the restaurant and wondered if I could bring it along as well

• They didn’t show up so I went back inside and saw there was a commotion going on

• Someone had fainted and the lady was trying to heal her

• The person who fainted seemed to be in part of a Filipino singing girl band or something

• Suddenly there were comics around and the lady asked me to help her flip through the comics to see what was the cause of the fainting spell

• Then soon find myself writing a dream journal just like this about what just happened

• I got up and saw that I was in a scene different than before but in the same restaurant, like I traveled through time and acting out some sort of replay before I met the man who didn’t have the Faith

• Supposed to go to the area where I met the man but found myself going to the back area of the restaurant where the gambling section is

• I met the lady who offered her free coupons to eat in the restaurant to some teenagers who didn’t or had not enough of their own

• The lady seemed to both recognize and not recognize me

• I was led to the kitchen area somehow and the woman in the kitchen mistook me for a well-known chef

• The lady even indulged her mistake and told me to play along

• I was led to a stove and told to change my clothes before I start cooking but I told her I didn’t have anything else to wear despite the fact I was carrying a huge duffel bag that came out of nowhere

• The kitchen woman took off my clothes, leaving me naked with only my underwear lingerie on and told me to wait while she get something for me to wear

• The lady just smiled, as if I deserved this sort of humiliation

• The men in the kitchen felt awkward to see me naked and tried to look away while I try to cover my breasts and face my back towards them, which was not helping because my butt was still naked

• Outside there were a few people trying to peek in

• Turns out to be some sort of transvestite or okama group doing some water sports

• The lady told me to tell them in Cantonese to go away and do water sports somewhere else, which I did

• They left, but suddenly found the kitchen began to flood, and was getting higher and higher really fast

• The okama group got back at us by trying to drown them

• We couldn’t open the doors because they were barricaded tight by the okama group

• Tried to tell them to open the door but they deliberately mistook it as opening the water more, and the water level grew higher

• Holding my breath, I tried to open the windows but they were also barricaded

• Tried to swim up for air and that’s when I woke up

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