it rained very hard this afternoon. i was still waiting for the taxi at the university lobby. it was particularly busy today. and i could hear people talking about it–staffs passing by, students shouting to each other, lecturers talking to their phones–like it was something that could give meaning to whatever they have been doing all day or are about to do when suddenly the skies turned grey and started to pour. i could feel that i had gradually let myself be sucked in again to the very life that suspended itself to routines. nothing could go wrong when we keep doing them. but the rain kept pouring still.
a magnificent view. supposed to be belitong. at least in the dream i knew it was. though in real life i have never been.
jump to a spacious room in an old dutch-style house. i was with many people. the walls and ceilings were alive.
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.
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.