A Japanese World

I was entering a hotel lobby with one of my cousins; we were attending a seminar conducted by a group of Japanese about preparing Japanese food and beverages. I was wearing a somewhat frilly dress, while my cousin wore a sort of corporate suit. As we stood in the lobby, trying to decide where to go, she told me to leave my bag behind (because it was a little big and heavy, and she felt that it might “get in the way” as we interact with other people in the seminar) and we can just go back for it later on. I hesitated, but thought that it might be better not to be hindered by it later on if I needed to go around and mingle. 

So I left my bag (it’s a brown bag I actually have in real life) under one of the couches. There were many people nearby and we knew it was safe as long as they were there, because no one would take it. So, we went upstairs to the function room. 

There were rows of seats and I was a little surprised that it was a classroom setting, because I was expecting it to be more relaxed. So, we sat at the front row, and right in front of us were mini stoves and cooking counters. There were only a few people since most of them were hanging out at the lobby. 

After a while, a group of Japanese chefs marched in, and they all looked stern and serious, and I suddenly felt afraid of them. They were impatient and expected everyone to understand immediately what they were saying, even if their English was hard to understand. Later on, one of the chefs showed a dessert or soup, and I reacted, suddenly excited, because it looked so nice. He looked at me sharply because he got distracted, then asked me a question in Japanese, which I answered in Japanese too. He seemed to realize that we all do appreciate what they are teaching us, so his face softened a bit. 

After a while, the seminar was finished, and I ran into another Japanese guy who smiled at me, and then I said “Ohayou!” and he replied back, waving at me. I suddenly realized that I could understand all of them even if they spoke in Japanese, but it was more like I understood it on a different level, like I didn’t really understand the actual terms, but I knew what they meant.

Next scenario was a party wherein the food they served were the ones prepared by the chefs during the seminar. I was starting to think about my bag, and was worrying that it might get lost. I told my cousin that we should get it and she said it can wait. I told her my mobile phone and wallet were there, and I can’t afford to lose them. I knew she won’t be convinced, so I decided to go and get it myself. 

I then ran into another Japanese guy, and before I could say hi, he led me outside of the party hall and said we should take a walk. I said sure, but that I should get my bag first. He agreed, and then we went down to the lobby. Oddly, the entire hotel was closed, and the party people were the only ones left in the building. The entire lobby was dark. I worried that my things might be lost, but I found my bag. I carried it and we walked out the door.

Later on as we reached the busier parts of the street, he held my hand and I wanted to break free, but he held tightly and I realized that he has defined the walk as my agreement to be his girlfriend. I was getting confused because I knew I liked another Japanese guy, but his name kept fading and I would almost remember it but my mind wanders as I start to do so. 

In the next scenario, we were walking on a grassy park and he suddenly stopped dead so I did too. As I slowly turned my head towards him beside me, he gently squeezed my hand as if telling me not to move. Then I understood why - out of the corner of my eye, we were surrounded by killer ninjas. They were after him, but they would kill me too for being with him. Once again, he squeezed my hand and “reminded” me that I have powers too, and can get away, and that I will be able to deal with the one or two ninjas who choose to follow me. He assured me that he would deal with the rest surrounding him. So, slowly, I walked forward, and pushed myself off the ground, and started to jump-fly towards a nearby building, as one or two ninjas ran after me. My intention was to get inside the building and blend in with the people in it so that they can’t simply grab me and create a scene. 

Once inside, I found some previous workmates in some kind of party, and I felt so bored being around them that the everything started to fade. 

A Rat in A Yellow See-Through Trash Bag

I was in an office building and I knew I had to get away, yet make it NOT look like an escape. I know I was with someone, but I don’t remember who he is. We were like, together, and we had to escape. Then I ended up in one of the rooms, and there was a big wooden drawer, and a rat went in from the back, and I knew that the rat would be in the first drawer because suddenly it was deja vu. The guy tried to shake the drawer to make the rat come out because it’s not supposed to be in it. Next thing I remember, the rat was lured into a trap and it was suddenly inside huge yellow see-through trash bag, placed on the huge wooden table in the room. The trash bag was also filled with crumpled pieces of paper and then a knot was tightly made to make sure the rat doesn’t get out. I looked and saw the rat frantically trying to get out and get some air. I was then suddenly filled with pity and just looked away because I know I can’t let it out because it’s a rat.

Next scenario, my parents were in the room and it no longer seemed like an office building from which I was trying to escape, but I still had to get out, though no longer urgently. I’m not sure if the guy was still there but I had vague memories of him by then. Then my dad saw the trash bag and took it out to some backyard or garage, and he was so excited, because he was going to torment it or something. I wanted to stop him but decided against it because I knew he wasn’t going to listen. I looked away and didn’t want to see the rat being taken away, and I walked out of the room.

Moving Out with 4 Puppies and 1 Dog

I was in a huge house, and people were busy packing things and loading them into a big vehicle. I was just sticking around because some of the things are mine. I wasn’t too busy about it though because I was partly scared of what was happening, and I know I didn’t need to lift a finger because I was “well-taken care of”. 

In front of me was a huge red shopping bag, and inside of it were four smaller red shopping bags. Inside are small super adorable puppies. They will be brought to the vehicle to for moving into the house. My new house. 

I was moving into a new home with Mr. Perfect Skin. 

As my mom placed the fourth adorable puppy into the shopping bag, I looked down at them and thought of how cute they are, and that I’d be with them always, and felt happy about it. However, I instantly remembered I was moving out with a guy I don’t even remember being with, liking, nor loving, yet there I was allowing my things to be packed and brought to the vehicle. 

Eventually, I was resigned from the whole thing and didn’t feel like caring anymore, because I knew that I wasn’t going anywhere anyway and don’t have anything happening in my life anyway so why not see how this will work out. Besides, it seemed like it was going to be a comfortable life. 

We were also supposed to bring a dog with us, a pug. However I was told by one of the servants that the pug has run off and hidden and they have yet to look for it. I just said a detached “Ah” and then walked to the door which led to the garage where the vehicle was parked. 

Later on I was in another part of the garage and my sister was asking about the dog. I suddenly remembered that the pug really belonged to Mr. Perfect Skin’s mother, and that she was supposedly giving it to us as a going-away present. I told my sister that the servants still need to look for the dog. She then said “Bah! I bet she really doesn’t want to give it to you guys!” implying that the mother was just pretending to be nice but is really against our moving out. 

Briefly, I worried because I hate having to deal with mothers-in-law who greatly dislike me. But then I just brushed it off because I knew that Mr. Perfect Skin will practically give me everything that I need, including comfort and protection from an antagonistic party. 

After a while, I was with my sister in her car, and she was driving it, and we were talking about re-painting Mr. Perfect Skin’s car. She was talking about the “appropriate” colors for the season and the year, to ensure that luck is brought to my living together and staying with Mr. Perfect Skin. She started talking colors and years, until she said, “Ah! You’re supposed to have an 80s color! You should color your car a CEILING PINK!” with Ceiling Pink being a certain shade of pink. I refused and said I hate that kind of color and asked if there are any other colors we can use that would ensure that our relationship worked. 

Then I remember standing by the vehicle, its silvery paint being chipped off, and an ugly shade of blue showing underneath it. Suddenly I felt sad that I had to let go of something from the past. I’m not sure what it was exactly. But I suddenly felt anguished at having to leave something behind, and starting a new life with someone I barely even know. 

Escape Through the Beach at Night

I stood along the shore of a HUGE body of water. I have dreams from before which I categorize as “water dreams” and this is one of them. These are not just dreams with bodies of water in them, but HUGE and overwhelming bodies of water. Just looking at them makes me feel like trying to gasp for air and like everywhere I look, the body of water seems to catch up to me. 

So anyway, this is one of them.

I stood on the shore, looking out at the dark blue water. It was night time and only the moon provided us light. We were trying to escape from something, though I’m not sure what. There were a number of people around, and we realized we can’t swim to the next closest island, which was just a few yards away, because the water was way too deep and the undercurrent might take some of us into the deeper parts and away from the islands. 

I remember seeing one of my female cousins, and an old grade school classmate who used to bully me. I don’t remember the other people there but I think we were all girls. There were some guys who went to look for something which I don’t remember.

Suddenly, the tides lowered and we were able to see a wider part of the shore. Instead of proceeding with the escape, some of them started swimming in their underwear since we really didn’t have time to bring anything with us when we escaped. I joined them I saw some beautiful white rocks under the shallow part of the waters. We all started playing and laughing around until someone warned that “they” were on the way to the beach, meaning those we were trying to escape from. 

Some started to run towards a narrow path between two boulders of rocks, but most of us just started walking quickly because we knew that they didn’t know yet we were there; they were just heading to the beach for something else. So first, I ran to where my clothes are, and picked up a shirt and skirt. As I walked on, I started putting on my clothes. Then I realized that Mr. Perfect Skin was behind me, and I felt so conscious how big my ass must look or how fat I am so I put on my skirt first. As I put on my shirt I realized that I’m not supposed to worry about it because he wouldn’t mind. Apparently we were together, or on our way to being together. 

In connection to this dream, I have had 3 or 4 recurring dreams in the past with this guy picking me up from work, being in our old home, or being together with me. Oddly though, in real life, I never see him in that way at all and we’re not even close friends. 

A Blue Frog with Shades of Yellow

I sat on one of the white Monobloc chairs in what seemed to be one of the old bedrooms I slept in when I was little. On my left sat my sister’s boyfriend, then my sister. On my right was an empty seat, then a girl friend, then another empty seat, then a guy who’s also part of the same group of friends where we are all in. This guy has perfect skin and hair. Not that I adore it, but just to identify who he is. 

We all sat facing the window, and it was evening. A night lamp was on somewhere in the room, allowing us to see the things around us. I looked up and saw a blue frog with some hints of yellow. on the wall, above the window, facing the ceiling. I pointed it out and we all commented on how artistic it looked. However, later on, it started moving, turning around to face us, as if deliberating on jumping onto one of us. The girl friend and I were so terrified that we were able to conjure up a white blanket to try to cover us. For some odd reason, my legs  and her face and my sister can’t be covered by the blanket. I was panicking because I was wearing a dress so my knees, lower legs, and feet were totally unprotected and I know the frog might decide to jump on them and I’d feel its unpleasant texture. 

I leaned forward and looked at Mr. Perfect Skin, about to call him to stay on the seat beside me instead. I thought it was only sensible to do that because we were going to be together. However, I stopped because I realized that I’m the only person who knows about what will happen in the future, and not even he knows about it. So I leaned back again and just kept quiet. When I looked again he was looking at me like he was wondering what I was going to say. 

Then everything shifted and we were all in a well-lighted room wherein I gave orders to everyone on what stuff to prepare for a party. Around me were big tables and lots of white linen and white table cloth. As everyone went about busily, I caught sight of him through one of the doorways, and he stood looking at me, with the same questioning look of what I was going to say.