A Book of Arguments

I was talking with my sister and I was laughing so hard about something. Then, a person I will call Toushiro came into the room, and pointed to an open, hardbound book. I’m not sure if he brought it with him or if it had been there all along. And then he strongly, yet kindly suggested, that I take a look at it. Then I realized he has been talking about a list of arguments about a political person or someone in authority, and they were listed down in that book. Then he said, I should go talk to a lawyer of that person’s opposition leader and discuss each point with him, and that I will make a good case or something. He said it will put me in a very good light and that I should do it soon, within the day if possible. I hesitated because I felt lazy to do it because it’s not something I find interesting. However the way he described it made so much sense that I turned to my sister and told her, I would like to, but I can’t argue with a lawyer about something I cannot sustain! I said that the points were good, but beyond them, I have nothing more to say because I don’t anything about politics. However in the end, I decided to go, and thought I’d just bring the entire book with me so I can check it for notes. My sister agreed and said she will join me, because she has to get or buy something after anyway. She said offices close at 5, and I said, it’s 4 pm, so we can make it. Toushiro was suddenly back and said it is 4 pm and we will make it right on time. 

This is also my nth dream recently which falls at any time from 4 to 5 pm, or those hours are mentioned. I can’t remember the others much, but it has always been sometime from 4 to 5 pm. What is it with 4 to 5 pm?

Missing Book 2

I was shifting from being myself to being some other person, and I was forcibly brought to a white room with desks and books and papers, and nothing was organized. Then I saw a guy I used to work for, someone who opened and now runs several internet cafes, and he approached me with his usual annoyed-with-me look.Then he said they (there were a few other people in the room I don’t recognize) won’t let me go until I’ve finished putting some picture cards in order. The images on the picture cards were based on a series of books, and the picture cards were all totally mixed up. I kind of panicked because I have never read the stupid book series so I had no idea how the picture cards are supposed to be ordered. They told me to start right away. So I turned my back on them and faced a long table with white table cloth on it. Then I realized that some books were there, and I saw 2 books with their covers showing 2 of the images from the picture cards. I realized that I just had to open the books and easily see how the order should be. I saw the books labeled “3rd” and “4th”. I didn’t show my excitement because they might give me more tasks to prevent me from getting away too soon. However, I realized that there were 3 books, and the other one is the 1st of the series. In place of the 2nd book was a small piece of paper rolled up unevenly, and I didn’t get to see what was inside but I know it said something about the 2nd book not being available. I felt disappointed, realizing I won’t be able to figure out the order of picture cards so easily.

Bloody Whites

There was a woman. Her hair was long and matted. She wore long rags. She was skinny and dirty and pale. She was screaming at us - me and a number of other people on that dark wet street. She was trying to say something but no one could understand her because she was just snarling and screaming. In her frustration, she screamed once more and made us look at her eyes. I realize they were all white, and then as we all looked at her eyes, she let her eyes roll back, so much that it bulged, and then thick red veins started to show on the whites, and she started slowly bleeding. The blood was making the red veins in her eyes thicker, and blood started coming out of her eyes in small trickles. I realize her face and rag-clothes also had dried blood on them, so I figured she must have been doing that often. Then she stepped toward a woman who looked like my mom, and as she lifted her bloody face to be better seen, she snarled loudly, scaring the woman, who cried because of fright. She was trying to scare all of us because she was frustrated that no one was moving nor could understand her. I was starting to be very afraid but I didn’t show it because I know she’d turn to me and for some reason I couldn’t move my feet.

Dad Chatter

My dad learned how to use Yahoo Messenger and got so addicted to it that whenever I stood up to leave my desk, he’d take my place and log on to his Yahoo account.

Left Over Feast

I was in a VERY VERY huge house, the kind that old rich families have, where everything is dark wood and all the decors are ornate and golden or silver. I was standing before a huge table where platters of pot roast, chicken, and other meat dishes were placed. They were left overs from the huge party of the previous night. It was morning. 

I felt hungry and thought I would like some of the food, but they were too rich and heavy to be eaten for breakfast, plus they were party left overs. I wanted something simpler and lighter, more breakfasty. I started walking towards a kitchen when a lady in maid’s black and white uniform came out, and told me to hurry. I realized I was one of the help of that rich household. I was told to bring the left over dishes to the kitchen so we can have them for breakfast, then she pointed at another table where freshly made delicious breakfast food was - toast, bacon, eggs, cheese, coffee, and juice. I thought to myself, that is what I want for breakfast, but being one of the help, I am only entitled to eat left overs. My meals are the meals of the household and its friends way after they have taken from them. I felt sad but resigned, and I wasn’t so hungry anymore. I just told myself I should get used to eating whatever is there even if I don’t feel like it.

Tiny Man-Eating Geisha

I was in a small tea room and I was the guest of a tiny geisha. She was dressed in a printed and colorful kimono, and she was about the size of a child. She was very pretty though I felt that she was really just a child acting like a grown-up. She was nice and sweet to me though our conversation only lasted a while, because after a few moments, she stood up and implied to me that she might not be able to attend to me anymore because she has one of her male visitors. She didn’t mind if I stayed, though. So I stayed on one side of the room and a man in his early senior years came in. He looked very wrinkly and like he lived a very shallow life. He sat across the tiny geisha and immediately, she came forward and hugged the man. The man was very surprised because I think they were supposed to go through the whole ritual of getting to know each other and flirting before they did anything else. As she hugged him, his face looked so surprised, but even more so when she suddenly pulled back and very quickly climbed over his shoulder and stood behind his head, each of her feet on each of his shoulders. Her hands were holding on to the man’s forehead so she won’t fall back. The man seemed lost and very confused, until the tiny geisha took in a deep breath, and when she did so, she opened her mouth really wide and acted like she was biting on the right side of the man’s head. She didn’t really bite him, though as she closed her mouth, a part of the man’s head had gone, and she spat out a tiny sphere of red blood, with a tiny clink as it came out of her lips. The man saw the red sphere of blood drop before him, though he hasn’t realized what it was. He was still wondering what she was doing up there. Then, she did it again, and again the clink of a small blood sphere. When he realized she was devouring him, he reached up for her and threw her to the floor, and started running to the door. But, she was fast and clung to his leg right away, climbing higher and disappearing under his robes. The next thing I know, he was on the floor, and there was a lot of blood. It was the first time he saw me, and then he frantically lifted his robes and showed me where his thingie was supposed to be. It was bitten off and what was left looked like a cut-off thin piece of loofah - where you can see the holes where they took out all the seeds of the fruit. It was sickening but I was transfixed, and I watched him as he picked up his underwear and cried on it, and then he laid on his side and was hugging himself, crying, saying it is so painful. I don’t remember where the tiny geisha went; if she disappeared or if she was just sitting where she was before, like everything was so normal.

Saved By… My Prince?

This is a smorgasbord of events. I will only talk about those I can remember which are part of the main story. 

I have a guy friend who’s been like my closest friend. He would have loved it if we became an item though I always refused because I was just happy with how things are as friends. Eventually we talked less, though we were still quite alright. His frustration and sadness at our impossibility kind of turned him into a quiet, pining person, while I tried to broaden my horizon by making new friends, though I would still rather hang out with him. 

One day, in an office-like place which I’m sure was in my grandmother’s compound, lunch break came as usual and people stepped out in groups to get some lunch and to smoke outside the gate. Some guy approached me and I’ve always thought he was kind of sleazy and was hoping I’d hang out with him instead of my other friend. He asked if we can have lunch and I said, sure. I was thinking it’s just lunch and it’s not like a datey-date anyway. I would never have gone out with him to be his date. So we went out for lunch.

Next thing I remember, we were walking back to the gate, and some people were standing outside, smoking. I saw one of my exes, and he acted like he didn’t see me or know me, and when I turned, a girl stood across him, with whom my ex and I used to work before. She was giving me dagger looks like, I’ve no right to talk to my ex because he is no longer mine. Anyway, this girl has wanted him ever since so I’m like, what the, and walked on. The guy I had lunch with was behind me, and as we walked along the dark and narrow path towards the office area, he said he wanted to hold my hand, and I pulled away, annoyed, and said we just had lunch and he has absolutely no right and that he and I will never happen. Actually it was more like I thought all those words, but he picked up what they were with the way I pulled my hand away from him. He was very offended and got so angry, that he slapped me hard across the face and I felt the sting, and I fell to the floor. Then he started punching me at the left side of my stomach and when I couldn’t get up, he started kicking me on the same spot, and I was sobbing so much that I couldn’t breathe, and the pain on my left side was so great that I couldn’t move. When I cried out for help, the first person I thought of was my friend, and it was like I wanted him to be the one to save me. However, as I screamed out his name (his name was two letters), I mixed up the letters so no one came. I briefly stopped and realized I said the wrong name, and yelled out for his name, in their right order of letters. Suddenly he came and was so shocked to see me being beaten up, and he immediately pounced at my attacker. In the next scenario, I sat outside a small white-painted house with very huge windows.I was waiting for my friend because I couldn’t move on my own. I looked inside the window and saw him tying up my attacker in bright green string. He was tying his hands up and will leave him in a very uncomfortable position and will only be at the mercy of whoever finds him, whenever that may be, since it was a rarely visited house. I looked away again and waited. Later on, he came for me and brought me to a blue room with lots of chairs, like a classroom. There were some people in it and he told one of the older ladies that he needs to take care of me so we would need to use up some space in the room. I know we were not supposed to, but the old lady said it’s okay, and I felt that my friend was desperate to find a place where I can rest. I couldn’t speak to him yet because we were not as chummy as before, and we were quiet the whole time. I just saw in his eyes how worried he is, and felt how much he still held on to his wish. As I sat down in the blue room, I felt so much ache and wanted to tell him I just realized I wished for the same thing. The ache was so great that I wanted to cry, and I woke up with a pain in my chest.

In A Glittery Gown, with A False Prince?

I was in a long glittery gown, though I was so uncomfortable in it because it just didn’t feel right on me. Then I was in a huge house, and a guy I will call Toushiro was saying something about my dress, and he was laughing. It was a good-natured laugh though, but it still didn’t help me feel any less uncomfortable.

It turned out it was his house, and it was late, and I stepped out of the room to leave, and then when I came to another big room, I heard someone opening the door and I froze on the spot. I realized it was his mom on the other side of the door, and I panicked because I didn’t want her to find me in there so late in the night, with her son. 

Toushiro came up behind me and whispered to me, laughing, that perhaps I should just go into another room so I don’t need to be seen by anyone if I didn’t feel like it. He was laughing because he knew how panicked I was, and again it was a good-natured laughter. 

I stepped into a room, which was like a home in itself, with a living room, a kitchen, a dining area, a door leading to a bathroom and one or two bedrooms. I realized that each room in their house was that huge, and each room contained one cat and one dog, as the pets assigned to the room. I stood uncomfortably in the middle of the huge place, not sure what to do. I looked around uneasily and thought about sitting on the big comfy couches, but decided against it because I knew I was going to leave as soon as Toushiro comes back and tells me his mom has retired to her own room. So I waited, standing and looking around. Then the pets came, and the cat looked like a Cheshire cat, with its wide toothy grin,and it was playing roughly with the dog. It threw me a glance saying that it also bites like a dog, and I was terrified. I gasped and hoped they just continue playing, when they ran and rolled together towards me, and when they stood, the cat looked at me again. I wanted to pretend I was okay, but then right at the point when I wanted to run and scream, Toushiro came in, and was smiling. He saw how even more terrified I was, and laughed much more loudly, yet with obvious fondness this time. I felt even more uneasy. Then he came forward and hugged me while my arms stayed stiffly on my sides, my hands clutching the sides of my long glittery skirts. My whole body stiffened and I felt so umcomfortable. Then he stepped back and looked at me and said something like, “Were your afraid of the cat? I knew you’d be afraid of them because you’re afraid of dogs and this particular cat behaves like a dog, and bites. But don’t worry because I am here. And you will stay here. You will live here. You won’t ever need to go. You’re staying with me.” I was speechless and wanted to cry out and say I didn’t want to, but I was so afraid to offend him because his face was glowing. I remember staying as stiff as ever and my eyes simply looked away from him, frantically trying to think of something to say that won’t make me commit to anything. At the same time I was trying to think of a way to escape, past all the dogs in the house. I woke up as stiff as a friggin’ board.