12:52 a.m.
I was in bed for about twenty minutes and I dreamt of you and the school. The school’s walls were painted my favorite shade of blue and plastered with giant cutouts from vintage fashion magazines. As we approached the main stairway, I explained to you the significance of the color blue to me while gesturing at the cutouts on the walls. You walked farther from me, and suddenly we were sitting in this cafe that exists in the school in my dream, you were sitting a table away from me, I got up and I felt that you were literally in arm’s reach, I think that was the closest I ever got to being lucid in a dream because I kept repeating to myself, You’re in a dream, you’re in a dream, but I shoved the seat and table away from me that were separating you from me and I took one big step and I was going to grab you and hug you and all the while you’re in a dream kept resounding throughout my dream, I don’t know where the actual sound came from, but the moment my hands reached you, I felt some invisible force very abruptly and literally yank me away and I woke up immediately.
Now I am cold and out of bed and tired again (and that pile of Calculus won't solve itself, damn slope fields).
Reality became my dream, my dream became reality, what difference does it make when in the end it seems that it doesn’t matter where we are, dreams or reality, we are never together?
My dreams tell truths.
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Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Inception-induced dream regarding gorilla suits
I've no idea how exactly the plot of the dream came to be, but here's another one of my epic dreams that I had an hour ago while napping:
THE DREAM: PROLOGUE
I can only vaguely remember the beginning--I couldn't see myself in the dream so it was told in third-person point of view. All I can remember is that there was a cruise ship coasting at twilight (as in between day and night) and on the deck of the ship was an extremely azure pool. Well, the water was really blue anyway. But the sky was a glowing dark blue and the waves were so dark blue that they were almost black.
That part is irrelevant, however, to what I remember consequentially:
THE ACTUAL DREAM:
Suddenly my dream cuts to an airport terminal. It reminds me of Dulles International Airport a lot. You know, the back of the terminal behind the baggage claim section on level three? Yes, that place. It reminds me of an exact, real memory I had of it--I had come home from Shanghai a year ago in the summer night, around 2 a.m. (yes, my flight was delayed by three hours), and I took note of how eerily quiet, dim and empty the terminal looked. So that exact memory somehow infiltrated my dream. Except, if any of you know what I'm talking about, a chunk of the Lotte supermarket (the food court, to be exact) near my house in real life also implanted itself into the airport terminal in my dream.
So I'm standing near this potted plant, and everyone in my dream (including myself) is wearing winter garb--tweed coats, cashmere and down jackets, etcetera. I was wearing a bulky white vest. I think I was actually wearing an assortment of all-white clothing. But anyway, I was standing next to the potted plant, just looking around the airport terminal as I watched hundreds of people eating in the food court. In the far left of the terminal, an automatic sliding door opens and this gorilla walks in. It is wearing a huge yellow t-shirt/jersey that reminds me of Brazil's futbol jerseys, because there are also two thin green stripes running down the sleeve of the yellow t-shirts. So it walks in unnoticed by everyone except myself. I look at it in horror. In the dream, I know that it is going to kill me/everyone, which I inform my friend "c-dawg" who happened to be standing behind me. Then I scream, immediately, and loudly. Everyone then notices the gorilla and starts panicking. I can't remember if anything happened after that, but my dream cuts to another scene.
There's this long counter where everyone is standing by, and the gorilla has a pistol in its hand, aimed at all of us. It tells us, "Give me $4,000 dollars each and I will let you free." Somehow everyone has received an empty white envelope where we are inherently supposed to put our $4,000 in. I look at my friend, who swiftly takes out a thick wad of blue coupons (they all look identical) and stuffs them into her envelope. In my dream, those coupons represent money. Everyone has coupons--except me. I look at her and say gruffly, "I can't afford $4,000--I don't have it! So I'll kill her [the gorilla]!" because it seems that there is a pile of kitchen knives on the counter in front of every person that couldn't afford the $4,000, myself being one of them. So I looked around me cautiously, making sure the gorilla wasn't looking my way, and chose two knives to stuff into my vest pockets. I tried to make it look inconspicuous because obviously you need to be covert to kill someone, but it wasn't really working considering the knives' handles were sticking out quite obviously. I then attempted to stuff another two knives into each of my pants' front pockets, but gave up on that. I suppose I decided that two knives would be enough to kill the gorilla, even though I was terrified as hell.
Everyone who had their $4,000 prepared then went to put it (the envelopes with the money) into a plastic crate. I think I just put the empty envelope in the crate but managed to pass it off as it being filled with the money-coupons. Then everyone lined up to go through this gateway that reminds me of the security sensor you have to walk through during security checks at airports. The gorilla was actually just a fully-body gorilla suit. A woman replaced its presence (the woman that was wearing the suit the whole time) and she turned out to be a stunningly beautiful (but deranged) femme fatale that was wearing a black/dark purple velvety body-hugging dress--it actually kind of reminds me of Mal/Marion Cotillard's dress in Inception.
But speaking of Inception, a certain song was being broadcasted throughout the speakers of the airport terminal. And I know that song is from the Inception soundtrack because I have it (lol).
Anyway.
The crazy femme fatale then demands that everyone each fill out a letter or something answering a riddle she proposes. I cannot remember what the riddle was or whether I even filled one out, because I was concentrating very hard on deciding when would be the perfect chance to kill her. But then my thoughts were interrupted in the dream when I wondered if she would kill me on the spot if she discovered that I didn't fill out the letter. When I finally approached her after lining up for quite a long time, her eyes immediately bore into mine and something was going to happen but I was woken up to real life by my mother, who said it was time for dinner.
I woke up and attempted to walk but ended up stumbling down the stairs with a raging headache.
REALITY: ANALYSIS & EXPLANATION
Applying the Miranda Dream Theory (which means that the dream is a processing of memories, sights, sounds, etc. that I have recently experienced in real life or memories that have been lingering around my brain):
6. The blue coupons worth $4,000 dollars:
Right before I went to take my nap, I was looking at tips on using my Canon AE-1 and where to print and scan its film. A website mentioned Costco being a great place that sometimes offers coupons so you can get discounts on the prints. That's probably why coupons were the equivalent of cash in my dream, and considering in reality I was bummed that I didn't have any coupons for Costco, that's probably why I didn't have any coupons in the dream either.
7. Kitchen knives:
The knives I hefted in my dream looked exactly like these knives I was washing when I was at my aunt's house two days ago. I remember (in reality) that I was surprised to see the knives since they were pretty big and I had never seen them around the house before. No doubt my brain processed that into the dream...
8. Femme fatale (that reminded me of Marion Cotillard) beneath the gorilla suit: Well. I don't know. Maybe it's because Marion Cotillard is just that phenomenal.
9. Inception music: I WAS LISTENING TO THE SOUNDTRACK AS I LAY IN BED, and I still had my headphones on even when I woke up, which means I was listening to the soundtrack even as I fell asleep. This is the most profound part (I suppose) because it's pretty much just like how the song "Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien" by Edith Piaf was heard in the dream world in Inception. (Yes, it's the French song used for the "kick" if you know what I'm talking about.) I can't quite remember which song it was that pervaded my dream, but I definitely know that it was either "Dream is Collapsing" (ironic!) or "Waiting for a Train" because I clearly remember there were blaring horns at the end of the song in my dream. It woudn't be surprising if it were "Waiting For a Train" because that scene in the movie really impacted me and my favorite quote in the entire movie was: "You're waiting for a train - a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope the train will take you, but you can't know for sure. But it doesn't matter--because we'll be together."
THE END.
THE DREAM: PROLOGUE
I can only vaguely remember the beginning--I couldn't see myself in the dream so it was told in third-person point of view. All I can remember is that there was a cruise ship coasting at twilight (as in between day and night) and on the deck of the ship was an extremely azure pool. Well, the water was really blue anyway. But the sky was a glowing dark blue and the waves were so dark blue that they were almost black.
That part is irrelevant, however, to what I remember consequentially:
THE ACTUAL DREAM:
Suddenly my dream cuts to an airport terminal. It reminds me of Dulles International Airport a lot. You know, the back of the terminal behind the baggage claim section on level three? Yes, that place. It reminds me of an exact, real memory I had of it--I had come home from Shanghai a year ago in the summer night, around 2 a.m. (yes, my flight was delayed by three hours), and I took note of how eerily quiet, dim and empty the terminal looked. So that exact memory somehow infiltrated my dream. Except, if any of you know what I'm talking about, a chunk of the Lotte supermarket (the food court, to be exact) near my house in real life also implanted itself into the airport terminal in my dream.
So I'm standing near this potted plant, and everyone in my dream (including myself) is wearing winter garb--tweed coats, cashmere and down jackets, etcetera. I was wearing a bulky white vest. I think I was actually wearing an assortment of all-white clothing. But anyway, I was standing next to the potted plant, just looking around the airport terminal as I watched hundreds of people eating in the food court. In the far left of the terminal, an automatic sliding door opens and this gorilla walks in. It is wearing a huge yellow t-shirt/jersey that reminds me of Brazil's futbol jerseys, because there are also two thin green stripes running down the sleeve of the yellow t-shirts. So it walks in unnoticed by everyone except myself. I look at it in horror. In the dream, I know that it is going to kill me/everyone, which I inform my friend "c-dawg" who happened to be standing behind me. Then I scream, immediately, and loudly. Everyone then notices the gorilla and starts panicking. I can't remember if anything happened after that, but my dream cuts to another scene.
There's this long counter where everyone is standing by, and the gorilla has a pistol in its hand, aimed at all of us. It tells us, "Give me $4,000 dollars each and I will let you free." Somehow everyone has received an empty white envelope where we are inherently supposed to put our $4,000 in. I look at my friend, who swiftly takes out a thick wad of blue coupons (they all look identical) and stuffs them into her envelope. In my dream, those coupons represent money. Everyone has coupons--except me. I look at her and say gruffly, "I can't afford $4,000--I don't have it! So I'll kill her [the gorilla]!" because it seems that there is a pile of kitchen knives on the counter in front of every person that couldn't afford the $4,000, myself being one of them. So I looked around me cautiously, making sure the gorilla wasn't looking my way, and chose two knives to stuff into my vest pockets. I tried to make it look inconspicuous because obviously you need to be covert to kill someone, but it wasn't really working considering the knives' handles were sticking out quite obviously. I then attempted to stuff another two knives into each of my pants' front pockets, but gave up on that. I suppose I decided that two knives would be enough to kill the gorilla, even though I was terrified as hell.
Everyone who had their $4,000 prepared then went to put it (the envelopes with the money) into a plastic crate. I think I just put the empty envelope in the crate but managed to pass it off as it being filled with the money-coupons. Then everyone lined up to go through this gateway that reminds me of the security sensor you have to walk through during security checks at airports. The gorilla was actually just a fully-body gorilla suit. A woman replaced its presence (the woman that was wearing the suit the whole time) and she turned out to be a stunningly beautiful (but deranged) femme fatale that was wearing a black/dark purple velvety body-hugging dress--it actually kind of reminds me of Mal/Marion Cotillard's dress in Inception.
But speaking of Inception, a certain song was being broadcasted throughout the speakers of the airport terminal. And I know that song is from the Inception soundtrack because I have it (lol).
Anyway.
The crazy femme fatale then demands that everyone each fill out a letter or something answering a riddle she proposes. I cannot remember what the riddle was or whether I even filled one out, because I was concentrating very hard on deciding when would be the perfect chance to kill her. But then my thoughts were interrupted in the dream when I wondered if she would kill me on the spot if she discovered that I didn't fill out the letter. When I finally approached her after lining up for quite a long time, her eyes immediately bore into mine and something was going to happen but I was woken up to real life by my mother, who said it was time for dinner.
I woke up and attempted to walk but ended up stumbling down the stairs with a raging headache.
REALITY: ANALYSIS & EXPLANATION
Applying the Miranda Dream Theory (which means that the dream is a processing of memories, sights, sounds, etc. that I have recently experienced in real life or memories that have been lingering around my brain):
- The cruise ship (in the beginning of the dream) probably appeared because my aunt informed me yesterday night that my cousin and her family were on a cruise.
- Setting being Dulles Int'l Airport: well, I've been thinking for the past couple of days about the ending of Inception where Dom Cobb walks through customs and the whole setting is in the airport terminal, which is probably why the setting was an airport terminal. And it was probably Dulles to be exact because I am really familiar with Dulles airport. Plus travel is always on my mind.
- Reason for food court being present: well, today at lunch I told my mom about a funny story regarding Friday where I went to see Inception and bought a smoothie at the food court next to it (in Tysons Corner, there's a food court next to AMC theaters), so the food court thought was probably processed in my dream. But I can only conjecture why it was Lotte's food court--because I've seen it more than any other food court.
- Gorilla/gorilla suit: I can't say for sure why it turned up in my dream, but these are some theories at to why:
- Yesterday I asked my aunt if she had seen my red pen anywhere in Cantonese. I had to ask her repeatedly because she wouldn't answer my question, but she finally said (jokingly), "Why are you looking for a red butt? Are you a monkey?" Explanation: "pen" in Cantonese sounds like "butt" in English. So apparently (some) monkeys have red butts. So maybe that's where the gorilla came in--being a type of primate and all...
- This does not really explain why the gorilla/suit appeared in my dream, but I remember that the mask of the gorilla suit had eye holes and they looked like they were gouged out and it reminds me of this really creepy mask my dad has (it's either a werewolf or a really scary looking gorilla) which he used to scare my cousin and I when we were still little children during Halloween.
6. The blue coupons worth $4,000 dollars:
Right before I went to take my nap, I was looking at tips on using my Canon AE-1 and where to print and scan its film. A website mentioned Costco being a great place that sometimes offers coupons so you can get discounts on the prints. That's probably why coupons were the equivalent of cash in my dream, and considering in reality I was bummed that I didn't have any coupons for Costco, that's probably why I didn't have any coupons in the dream either.
7. Kitchen knives:
The knives I hefted in my dream looked exactly like these knives I was washing when I was at my aunt's house two days ago. I remember (in reality) that I was surprised to see the knives since they were pretty big and I had never seen them around the house before. No doubt my brain processed that into the dream...
8. Femme fatale (that reminded me of Marion Cotillard) beneath the gorilla suit: Well. I don't know. Maybe it's because Marion Cotillard is just that phenomenal.
9. Inception music: I WAS LISTENING TO THE SOUNDTRACK AS I LAY IN BED, and I still had my headphones on even when I woke up, which means I was listening to the soundtrack even as I fell asleep. This is the most profound part (I suppose) because it's pretty much just like how the song "Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien" by Edith Piaf was heard in the dream world in Inception. (Yes, it's the French song used for the "kick" if you know what I'm talking about.) I can't quite remember which song it was that pervaded my dream, but I definitely know that it was either "Dream is Collapsing" (ironic!) or "Waiting for a Train" because I clearly remember there were blaring horns at the end of the song in my dream. It woudn't be surprising if it were "Waiting For a Train" because that scene in the movie really impacted me and my favorite quote in the entire movie was: "You're waiting for a train - a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope the train will take you, but you can't know for sure. But it doesn't matter--because we'll be together."
THE END.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
dream filled with Harry Potter references and an unusually somber plot
I had a really unusual dream.
Normally my dreams are very exciting in a good sense. Often filled with happiness. But sometimes I get somber dreams.
I had a dream that I was the cause of a war (much like Helen of Troy, but alas, not because of staggering beauty), and that I had to go to war against a mafia family.
It's hard to explain, but the same war kept happening over and over again in the one dream. The result was the same: everyone on my side of the family died, myself included, even though it wasn't explicitly shown in my dream. But that same sequence of events and results repeated over and over, at least three times.
Then, there seemed to be a disturbance that interrupted the endless cycle.
The fourth time the war began, there was a much more in-depth coverage on it in my dream. Before I actually went to war, I could see that I was very solemn and did not want to leave my aunt's side, because she is naturally the person who is most important to me. Everyone in my "army," I suppose, gathered and found their loved ones, and we all bade them farewell. Somehow, I lingered behind and cried because I didn't want to go to war, because I knew I would die, because that was the result of the three previous cycles. I deliberated hiding myself so I wouldn't have to go to war. However, a strange thought struck the me in the dream: if I did not go to fight the war (which I was inexplicably the cause of), which was at its last battle, then what would my comrades think of me?
Somehow, the notion of being hated and belittled by others/my comrades/family was even more distressing than dying itself, so I formed my resolve and went to the battlefield, which isn't really a battlefield. Let me try to explain the setting...
The battlefield is pretty much like a grass-less stadium, with two scoreboards. One on each end of the stadium. The ground is flat and made of concrete. Gray. My army/comrades are gathered at the west end of the stadium. I recognize everyone as members of my family or close friends in real life. On the east side of the stadium is the mafia. ...This is the kind of funny part. A lot of the mafia consists of Slytherin people. HERE COMES THE HARRY POTTER REFERENCES.
Okay. So.... everyone is dressed in the traditional black robes of Hogwarts students. Except my team also has this crest of Gryffindor colors (red and gold), while the mafia consisting of Slytherins have crests of green and black, DUH.
All of the sudden the battle begins and people from my side charge at the oncoming mafia members. I stay behind, fear still gnawing at my heart. Listed on the two scoreboards on the east and west side are names of each army's people. As people die, a strike visibly goes through their name on the scoreboard. It was déjà vu as I watched in horror as more and more of my comrades got their names crossed off. Finally, when it was down to six (I think) people on my team, something in me changed and I just well... tore straight across the battlefield. Each person was dealing with one adversary, and mine just happened to be Draco Malfoy (wtf?).
Somehow there came a point where both teams decided to call a temporary truce/break/half-time and the fighting was disengaged as each team regrouped. At that point, the me in my dream found it rather strange, because I felt a tiny, growing optimism--a little shred of hope--that we might actually be able to survive the slaughter. That was because, at this point in the previous three cycles, I was already dead! But this fourth cycle was different.
Unfortunately, I got woken up shortly afterward, so I have no idea whether I managed to stay alive or not.
And you guys probably found it funny that Harry Potter characters and elements were part of my dream, but I honestly felt really scared and sad in the dream... (that I was going to die and never live to see the people I loved).
But anyway.
As you all must know, I love to analyze my dreams to find relevance to reality.
How did this dream come about? I am not too sure, but it probably has something to do with my constant worry for my aunt and loved ones in general. I can't help but feel afraid, very often, of what will become of me if the people I love leave me. Forever.
I swear I have not read a single Harry Potter book since... the year the Deathly Hallows came out. And I stopped watching the movie series after the fourth movie. But I suppose that the Harry Potter chronicles mean a lot to me--a lot more than most other book series.When I was looking at my bookshelf yesterday, trying to find room to usher five new magazines into the magazine section (which shares the same shelf as my most sacred books--home to the Harry Potter series), I was surprised to discover that all but one book from the series was there--I was missing the Deathly Hallows. Like, what the fuck? It came as a shock to me because I remember very clearly that when I ordered it (which was a long time ago), I accidentally ordered two copies and kept both. I pondered it for a while and forgot about the whole missing-book incident, or so I thought, but no...
The Harry Potter series found its way into my dream.
And as to how I was the cause of the war in my dream? Well... the night before, at dinner, my parents got into an argument and I felt bad because it was about me. My dad, being ignorant, chastised my mother for not cooking shrimp "for me," when he didn't even realize that I wasn't even fond of eating shrimp (while my mother knew). So then they started arguing because my mother felt like my father was wrongly accusing her, which he was, although he vehemently denied it. And so that's probably why my brain decided to process such sentiments into my dream.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
dream of EPIC proportions (loaded with mind-blowing historical allusions)
Think of the Holocaust/Final Solution...taking place in Northern Virginia.
In a little center named Eden Center, yes. It exists in reality--it's a center filled with restaurants, bars, nail salons, etc. all run by Vietnamese people. The whole center runs in a semi-circle whose opening is indicated by this traditional Asian arch-thing. That was where my dream took place.
I was in one of the restaurants with my family. It's strange because I was just at this restaurant with some of my family Saturday afternoon. So in my dream... ALL of my family was there. My dad, my aunts, my mom, sibilings, uncles... everyone. In the dream, I sensed something was coming, so I ran outside the restaurant (or tried to) with a saw (non-eletric, the type you'd use to saw wood). Don't ask me where the heck the saw came from.
There's one sole hallway that is very narrow that leads out to the one door to the restaurant. As I made my way through the hallway, I noticed a man in a forest green uniform coming into the door. A black beanie with holes for the mouth, eyes and nose was pulled over his face. I immediately ran back into the restaurant where my family was and yelled, "THEY'RE COMING!" to which everyone in the restaurant panicked at. In a matter of seconds, the men in the uniforms and black beanies came bursting through the entrance and err...shot people. It was really...realistic? in a sense. So I quickly ushered my entire family into the hallway that leads outside to make sure they didn't get massacred in there. But when we got out, I noticed that the whole plaza was filled with people (all Asians, but not surprising since usually only Asians, esp. Vietnamese people, go to Eden Center) running to the rght. But that wasn't the interesting part. Everyone was either wearing a dark green shirt, a dark blue shirt, a dark red shirt, or a pumpkin orange. All the shirts had one black letter emblazoned on them, but I couldn't distinguish what it was. I was wearing the dark green shirt.
So like I said...everyone was running for the right, which snakes around and takes everyone to the entrance to the whole plaza. So I run and follow the crowd, separated from my family, saw still in tow. There's someone near the entrance that is giving out yellow tickets with red letters. Everyone in front of me takes one, so I follow suit and take one from the person as well. We're getting even closer to the entrance and I see people running towards a man (who reminds me of Nguyen Ngoc Loan, the South Vietnamese officer who appeared in the infamous photograph from the Vietnam War) who seems to be guarding the entrance, giving him their tickets. The people who are wearing blue, orange or red shirts get to pass and run away into this highway that's outside of the plaza that splits four directions. Those that are wearing green shirts--I found it very strange in the dream. If the Nguyen Ngoc Loan look-alike fancied, he shot some of the green shirted people and let other green shirted people go. It was like he was deciding their fate at random.
REALITY CHECK: Okay, remember I told you this dream took place in Virginia? Well, in reality, Nguyen Ngoc Loan moved to Virginia. SERIOUSLY. And what's more is that in my dream, he was shooting people. In reality, I best know him for THIS ICONIC PHOTOGRAPH by Eddie Adams. Connection, anyone? Also, I think I know why this man from this photograph appeared in my dream. It's pretty crazy. A long time ago, I came across an internet article titled, "5 photographs that changed the world." And I looked at it, and this photograph was one of them. The other was that photograph of the sailor/Navy officer kissing a woman during World War II. But recently (within the past week), I read another article stating that that woman from the photograph had passed away. So my brain apparently made the connection between this woman and the other photographs that I first encountered along with it on that one article, which included Nguyen Ngoc Loan.
BACK TO THE DREAM:
So as it was almost my turn to go and give him my ticket to "Freedom" so it seemed, I turned and ran back and (accidentally?) threw my ticket into the wind, very afraid because I had a feeling he would shoot me since I was carrying a saw. Plus I was one of those wild cards (the people that wore green shirts). But as I was running back...
I saw a woman with olive skin and black hair who was kneeling on the ground (against her own will) before the guard man. He was laughing at her, and I think I screamed her name because she was my lover. (WHAT?! I DON'T KNOW, IT'S A DREAM!) The weirdest thing is that 1) I've never known such a person in reality. 2) In the dream, it was the first time we had met, but we instantly became um, lovers even though we didn't even talk to each other. It's hard to explain, but I guess it was an unspoken understanding.
I can't quite distinguish her name, though. I think I said, "Katalia."
REALITY CHECK: Yesterday on Tumblr, I saw this post that said, "Which Axis Powers Hetalia nation are you?" So I think my brain somehow meshed the word "Hetalia" (whatever that is) into that person's name (maybe Katalina?) to make Katalia.
I can't quite remember what happened, but all of the sudden I was back in front of the restaurant I had started out with, and I saw my mom and an aunt. She rushed to me and asked why I didn't run away (out of the entrance), so I told her that I lost my ticket. And she shook her head and gave me that disapproving look. Plus I told her I didn't know what direction I should run in (North, West, or East). A couple of strangers with yellow tickets, which were actually these paper charms, opened them up and revealed another set of red words, and those words actually had directions telling you which direction to go...
A series of events (which I can't recall) happened.
The last thing I remember is that I am bound with ropes and kneeling on black, marble-tiled floors in front of a huge wooden dining table. At the head of the dining table sits a fat man who is a supposed leader of the Holocaust-like movement. He looks and sounds exactly like Don Cabeza (from the movie The Mission, which I watched in AP World History recently). He is sneering at me... and the woman beside me, who is "Katalia."
REALITY CHECK: Like I said earlier, I watched The Mission (a 1986 film regarding the cruel massacre of the Guarani, a native tribe of South America, by the Portuguese and Spanish colonists). Don Cabeza was one of the men who ordered the slaughter of the Guarani. See the connections?
......I feel like I'm forgetting something very important. But that's all that comes to mind right now.
By the way, I don't recall killing or drawing blood from anyone in the dream even though I am pretty sure I had to defend myself against some of those uniformed men with my saw. Does this relate to the fact that in reality, I fear the sight of blood, and fear violence in general?
Wow. Maybe the best dream I've ever had, in terms of HISTORICAL ALLUSIONS.
MIND-BLOWN?
In a little center named Eden Center, yes. It exists in reality--it's a center filled with restaurants, bars, nail salons, etc. all run by Vietnamese people. The whole center runs in a semi-circle whose opening is indicated by this traditional Asian arch-thing. That was where my dream took place.
I was in one of the restaurants with my family. It's strange because I was just at this restaurant with some of my family Saturday afternoon. So in my dream... ALL of my family was there. My dad, my aunts, my mom, sibilings, uncles... everyone. In the dream, I sensed something was coming, so I ran outside the restaurant (or tried to) with a saw (non-eletric, the type you'd use to saw wood). Don't ask me where the heck the saw came from.
There's one sole hallway that is very narrow that leads out to the one door to the restaurant. As I made my way through the hallway, I noticed a man in a forest green uniform coming into the door. A black beanie with holes for the mouth, eyes and nose was pulled over his face. I immediately ran back into the restaurant where my family was and yelled, "THEY'RE COMING!" to which everyone in the restaurant panicked at. In a matter of seconds, the men in the uniforms and black beanies came bursting through the entrance and err...shot people. It was really...realistic? in a sense. So I quickly ushered my entire family into the hallway that leads outside to make sure they didn't get massacred in there. But when we got out, I noticed that the whole plaza was filled with people (all Asians, but not surprising since usually only Asians, esp. Vietnamese people, go to Eden Center) running to the rght. But that wasn't the interesting part. Everyone was either wearing a dark green shirt, a dark blue shirt, a dark red shirt, or a pumpkin orange. All the shirts had one black letter emblazoned on them, but I couldn't distinguish what it was. I was wearing the dark green shirt.
So like I said...everyone was running for the right, which snakes around and takes everyone to the entrance to the whole plaza. So I run and follow the crowd, separated from my family, saw still in tow. There's someone near the entrance that is giving out yellow tickets with red letters. Everyone in front of me takes one, so I follow suit and take one from the person as well. We're getting even closer to the entrance and I see people running towards a man (who reminds me of Nguyen Ngoc Loan, the South Vietnamese officer who appeared in the infamous photograph from the Vietnam War) who seems to be guarding the entrance, giving him their tickets. The people who are wearing blue, orange or red shirts get to pass and run away into this highway that's outside of the plaza that splits four directions. Those that are wearing green shirts--I found it very strange in the dream. If the Nguyen Ngoc Loan look-alike fancied, he shot some of the green shirted people and let other green shirted people go. It was like he was deciding their fate at random.
REALITY CHECK: Okay, remember I told you this dream took place in Virginia? Well, in reality, Nguyen Ngoc Loan moved to Virginia. SERIOUSLY. And what's more is that in my dream, he was shooting people. In reality, I best know him for THIS ICONIC PHOTOGRAPH by Eddie Adams. Connection, anyone? Also, I think I know why this man from this photograph appeared in my dream. It's pretty crazy. A long time ago, I came across an internet article titled, "5 photographs that changed the world." And I looked at it, and this photograph was one of them. The other was that photograph of the sailor/Navy officer kissing a woman during World War II. But recently (within the past week), I read another article stating that that woman from the photograph had passed away. So my brain apparently made the connection between this woman and the other photographs that I first encountered along with it on that one article, which included Nguyen Ngoc Loan.
BACK TO THE DREAM:
So as it was almost my turn to go and give him my ticket to "Freedom" so it seemed, I turned and ran back and (accidentally?) threw my ticket into the wind, very afraid because I had a feeling he would shoot me since I was carrying a saw. Plus I was one of those wild cards (the people that wore green shirts). But as I was running back...
I saw a woman with olive skin and black hair who was kneeling on the ground (against her own will) before the guard man. He was laughing at her, and I think I screamed her name because she was my lover. (WHAT?! I DON'T KNOW, IT'S A DREAM!) The weirdest thing is that 1) I've never known such a person in reality. 2) In the dream, it was the first time we had met, but we instantly became um, lovers even though we didn't even talk to each other. It's hard to explain, but I guess it was an unspoken understanding.
I can't quite distinguish her name, though. I think I said, "Katalia."
REALITY CHECK: Yesterday on Tumblr, I saw this post that said, "Which Axis Powers Hetalia nation are you?" So I think my brain somehow meshed the word "Hetalia" (whatever that is) into that person's name (maybe Katalina?) to make Katalia.
I can't quite remember what happened, but all of the sudden I was back in front of the restaurant I had started out with, and I saw my mom and an aunt. She rushed to me and asked why I didn't run away (out of the entrance), so I told her that I lost my ticket. And she shook her head and gave me that disapproving look. Plus I told her I didn't know what direction I should run in (North, West, or East). A couple of strangers with yellow tickets, which were actually these paper charms, opened them up and revealed another set of red words, and those words actually had directions telling you which direction to go...
A series of events (which I can't recall) happened.
The last thing I remember is that I am bound with ropes and kneeling on black, marble-tiled floors in front of a huge wooden dining table. At the head of the dining table sits a fat man who is a supposed leader of the Holocaust-like movement. He looks and sounds exactly like Don Cabeza (from the movie The Mission, which I watched in AP World History recently). He is sneering at me... and the woman beside me, who is "Katalia."
REALITY CHECK: Like I said earlier, I watched The Mission (a 1986 film regarding the cruel massacre of the Guarani, a native tribe of South America, by the Portuguese and Spanish colonists). Don Cabeza was one of the men who ordered the slaughter of the Guarani. See the connections?
......I feel like I'm forgetting something very important. But that's all that comes to mind right now.
By the way, I don't recall killing or drawing blood from anyone in the dream even though I am pretty sure I had to defend myself against some of those uniformed men with my saw. Does this relate to the fact that in reality, I fear the sight of blood, and fear violence in general?
Wow. Maybe the best dream I've ever had, in terms of HISTORICAL ALLUSIONS.
MIND-BLOWN?
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