So recently I went to bed and dreamed that I have a long lost older sister. Not the oldest, but number 2 (I already have an older sister). She is being brought up somewhere in the hinterlands of Malaysia.
My grandfather (who passed away a couple of years ago; He keeps reappearing because he was my primary care-taker when I was young and he told me lots of far-stretched stories about the communies fighting the Japanese in WWII back in China) led the trip. We took a plane to Malaysia, and got involved with a triad boss in some song writing competition.
Finally I found my sister, after navigating really authentic-looking Malaysian landscape (I found myself trying to speak Cantonese haltingly). She had short hair, is kind of nice and I immediately feel that she would be a good addition to the family. I like her.
However, she don’t seem to be happy to go back with us despite what she says. Later while walking on the streets together, she asked me for two dollars. Immediately I know she wants to run to the nearest bus-stop and take a bus and run away.
I think I told her, “Look, I think you don’t want to come back with us. And you better don’t. The eldest sister is kind of a…bitch. You won’t like it”
She smiled, waved goodbye and ran off.
I somehow wished she had stayed.
I have had some kind of stomach-sickness the last couple of days. I tried to take a nap, and was awakened three times by my dreams.
Guys lighting off firecrackers and whatnot, loud noises that woke me up after only 5 or 10 minutes of actual napping.
Is my brain trying to kill me, or what?
Just today I had a dream that I was getting married, (maybe to my current boyfriend, maybe not) and I was wearing a black, gothy sort of Stevie Nicks meets Nikki Stix kind of wedding dress. (In real life Im jeans and t shirts, maybe a sparkly blouse to go out in). Pete Seeger kept trying to borrow 20 dollars off me, and I got pissed off at him saying “Do I look like I have any pockets? My bank card is at home and I don’t have a dime on me.” But I really wanted to lend him 20 dollars because, well he’s Pete Seeger, and I could get him to write me an IOU and sign it. So I asked my IRL current boyfriend (who was wearing t shirt and jeans, and Im not sure if he was a groom or not) if he could lend me 20 to lend to Pete Seeger. He didn’t think this “bum” would be good for it. We started arguing about Pete Seegers career and legacy.
(Im not especially a fan of Pete Seeger, though I respect his work, and am a big fan of later generations of folkies, who owe a lot to him…)
I had a dream his morning my next door neighbors were arguing with their daughter about what clothes she should wear to school. For some reason they were having this argument in the driveway right outside my bedroom window.
The odd thing about this? Their daughter is 1, pre-verbal, and not going to school yet.
They managed to wake me up despite not even being there.