i had my palm read. i was told i liked a boy younger than i was.
Category: Dream Logs
Log #19
M was a pot dealer. my sister wore a red daster. that’s all i can remember.
Log #18
i was having a vacation in a luxurious resort in papua (although i’ve never been to that part of the country in real life and the resort seemed more like those in bali). there were so many people, mostly families and lots of them were bules. i remember seeing somebody swimming on a horse’s back in the beach.
everything was beautiful except for the bathroom. it was shared, connected to two different rooms but had three doors. the doors were decaying and they were very difficult to close.
i think i was telling a story about the very place to another guest, whose face i cannot recall. it was about a man and a woman, both had been guests in the resort long before i came there, and they fell in love with each other. i remembered telling my listener that the man pursued the woman in very romantic ways.
Log #17
a book discussion was in progress.
i had beer with D & his girlfriend.
my sister told me to turn on the tv so she could match the time. she was very demanding and we had a fight.
i walked into my high school gym. nobody was there except for a man meditating. i only saw his back. i got to the changing room and went to the toilet. as i was doing what i had to do, i saw the man’s feet from the gap below the door. i saw them climbing the door, obviously he tried to look inside. i saw his head on top of the toilet’s low divider. he was very tall. i screamed for my boyfriend. he appeared and chased him. the voyeur turned out to be my old high school friend whom i had never been close with.
Log #16
our family adopted a 6-year-old boy. he was very nice and well-behaved. strangely, we had him sleep outside, in our back yard. but the back yard was not actually a yard, it’s an outdoor bedroom.
one day in the dream, i was out there with him, watching people walked in and out the market at the back of our house.
another day, the whole family went to a manadonese gathering at a convention centre. we were engaged in a very strange communal dance. it should be poco-poco in real life, but this one was a lot weirder.
what was also weird was that the boy kept a small vicious-looking snake for a pet. its tail was shaped or maybe actually was another head and it was different from the original for it was more of a white shark’s head (think “jaws”). i remember petting him with apprehension, the way one would when one refuses to give in to one’s fear of doing something but is not very successful. the little boy, on the other hand, treated the thing like a harmless snake toy.
in another scene, the little boy, my niece and i went to a nearby hairdresser. i don’t remember anything until it was time for us to go home and we waited for the bajaj. we took a bbg bajaj.
the next thing i knew i was in a friend’s boarding house with a few other friends. we were preparing to go to a party. i put on my pale pink with black laces tube dress. but it fell apart as the hours went by. at first the side hem was torn. then the laces around the bustier were ripped. i looked into the mirror with terror, but i tried very hard not to overreact.