insights into the world of caffeinated monkeys
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Sunday, December 15, 2002 The Gaudy Gold Jesus Dances Under Disco Balls It's official. It's Christmas here. And Baldric has discovered the tree. He likes it. It not only tastes good, but it has all sorts of shiny toys on it that he can play with. I've been squirting him when he goes under the tree...and he is no longer playing with the tree. He is instead playing with my socks. He keeps looking at me. He's got this little "I would have so much more fun under the tree. See how sad this is? I'm playing with socks because you won't let me play with the fun toys" look on his face. It's uber-cute. Not going to work though. The tree is decorated--the original Christmas Cock is on the tree. Plus, a gaudy gold Jesus ornament is hanging on the tree. Under a disco ball. I have no idea where the gold Jesus came from. But I am doing bad things with it. I had another weird dream that I feel I should share. I don't know why I've been having such weird dreams lately, but I have been. Anyway, here's the dream. Christa, Audrey, and I were all at Borders. Christa was looking for a blank notebook--like a journal type thing. We were looking at a display of red, oriental patterned notebooks. Christa would pick one up, look at it, sigh, groan, dance a bit, and put it back. Repeat process until Audrey and I are bored and about to leave Christa in Borders. Audrey and I had turned to walk away when we almost collide with this really ancient Chinese man. He is old and wrinkly, bald, and wearing a brown sweater and khakis. He moves past us, and walks up to Christa. He pulls a book off of the shelf, hands it to her, and says "I believe this is the book that you seek." Christa opens the book,and we move closer to see what was in the book. There were all sorts of pictures in the book--pictures of pagodas and rivers and beaches and forests. All of the pictures are aged and faded. There is only one picture of a person--a very old picture of a young Chinese man, who is smiling. Christa's face just contorts when she sees that picture--like she knows its important, but she doesn't know why. So, we hear this very Wayne's World-esque music signalling a dream sequence and we all move back in time. When the mist lifts, we see that we are standing in Shanghai, in the street. All around are street vendors and musicians and people on bicycles doing their business. We can understand the local conversations--people ordering breakfast, people yelling into traffic, people making deals. Everyone is speaking Chinese, and we understand all of it. No one seems to notice us, all dressed in the same clothes that we were wearing in Borders, but with rickshaw hats on and cameras, taking pictures of the sights. We are dressed very modern, even for tourist standards. We see people just going about their business. Audrey and I watch as Christa looks around, looking for something but not exactly knowing what it is. Suddenly, we catch a glimpse of the man in the photo, nudge Christa, and their eyes lock. She starts to run after him, weaving through alleys and streets and dirt paths. We get a picture of him and run after her, through the streets of Shanghai, through a wooded area, through a clearing and up onto some sand dunes overlooking a beach. Christa and photoman run down the dunes onto the beach. We follow, but at a distance. Christa and photoman are talking, but they are out of earshot so we can't hear what they are saying. They walk and talk for about an hour, then Christa comes over to us and tells us to wait on the beach because she and photoman will be back in an hour. They are just going up on the dunes. Audrey and I decide to wait, but if more than an hour passes, we will start looking for them. The time passes as Audrey and I search for seashells and take pictures and try to amuse ourselves. We see Christa and photoman arise from the dunes, and we start waving at Christa to hurry up so we can do tourist things. All of a sudden, as they are walking towards us, there is an ambush from the Chinese army. Uniformed officers are everywhere, and they arrest photoman. They drag him down the beach, kicking and yelling to Christa that he loved her and that they would meet again. Christa yelled back that she promised to take good care of his baby. All of the army people stopped moving, and photoman stopped kicking. They all turned to look at Christa. Then the army (all but a few men to guard photoman) turned and swarmed Christa. One of them hit her with a club and knocked her out. While she was out, laying on the beach, the army men proceeded to operate on her and give her an abortion. Christa started to wake as they ripped the fetus out of her. She was stitched up, and told that she would remember nothing. The army disappeared, with photoman. Christa became more alert once they left, and we took her back into town and back to whereever we were staying. The dream sequence ends, and we are now back in Borders, standing, looking at the open notebook. The old man is gone. Christa stares at the picture of the man, and looks. She says that it looks familar but she doesn't recall any of it. She then closes the book and looks at the cover. She turns it over a few times, says that the book is nice, but she really wants a blank notebook, not one with pictures in it. And she puts it back on the shelf as Audrey and I sigh. I've got to stop sleeping. That way I won't have such fucked up dreams. posted by jaime | 11:04 PM 0 comments |
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