Friday, October 25

dream

setting: our family has just moved to a new neighborhood and has been invited to a party of sorts, hosted by a family we don't know very well.

the house wasn't too far from our place. we were the first ones there. the lawns were perfectly manicured, all the foliage was healthy and slightly damp. the house was obviously large, and tasteful in its understated magnificence.

we went up to the weighty front door and rang the doorbell.

a korean lady just past her middle age, but who must have been pretty when younger, opened the door and welcomed us in. she called out to her daughter, who came rushing in, and then i knew why i was so excited about being there. i had heard about this girl, ***'s sister. i had heard that she was beautiful, but i had dismissed those rumors. descriptions from other ppl never seen to be very objective. but this girl... yeah, she was.... we got into a casual chat on the sofa as the rest of my family went on the tour of the house and backyard.

we talked about our interests, and we were both shocked to discover that the other read westerns.
"Louis L'Amore?!!"
"no way!!!"
"the sackett series!!"
"that's my favorite!!"

we were suddenly best buddies. how often do you find someone else that reads westerns? after more great talk, i had to go to the restroom. when i came back, she was asleep. i couldn't help but look at her. wow. a very beautiful girl.

my dad and david came back, very quiety, noticing that she was asleep. then, a very strange thing. dave smiles at us, and takes a yellow folder from a shelf. my dad nods. dave slowly moves out of the room, watching the girl for any movement and takes the folder with him. ???!!!

eventually, she wakes up, and we are all smiles and conversation. but when our eyes meet, i feel like she knows. the yellow folder is tied to HER, somehow, more that her family. my family and her mom are no longer there. we are alone, and i tell her what happened. she looks at me, very sadly.

dreamshift: i am in a building much like a old, classy library. wonderfully tasteful and carved wood all around me. i am in a room, preparing for a group of men to come.
they are a mafia/gang group. elderly, well-fed men. i am a grunt, trying to move up in their ladder. they file in, hardly noticing me. they have a discussion of appalling matters. i can hardly believe my ears, but i don't flinch and keep my face steeled.

eventually, they are done, and they leave as they came, except one gentleman. he stops me and says, "good job preparing. you're doing well. clean this stuff up." he means all the paperwork on the heavy conference table. i nod, and he lumbers off.

as i organize and file the papers, i can't help but read some of the contents. i can't believe what i am reading. in a burst of resolve, i take a stack of papers that i am sure will incriminate the whole lot of them, and place them flat against my abdomen, covered by my shirt and coat.

i leave the building calmly but after a block, i run.

i run to the edges of the city, where there is a waterfront. a giant iceburg floats by, and i leap upon it. the iceburg moves as if it had a motor powering it with resolve and direction. simultaneously, i have a bird's eye view of myself on the iceburg, speeding away from land, to another, much larger iceburg, where a monstrous machine awaits.

/dream

yakob at 2:33 PM

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