March 10, 1998 : Good Friday

IN A FRENZY AT THE AIRPORT (& PARK)
I was in an airport somewhere, running to buy a ticket so i could get back home. But before I even got to the tickets, I was going thru magazines and stuff at the store. (How very typical of me to get sidetracked by magazines.)
___ When someone finally reminded me to buy, I was shocked because I had no money and had to go to the ATM...where a security guard was taking down names and such of the people withdrawing money. In the opposite ATM, someone had inserted a calling card instead of a plastic ATM card and the security guard was saying some comment about how people today are "so desperate."
___ I rushed to the check-out counter where Vincent Price made me sign this piece of paper that had my name, SSS number, etc. Except I couldn't remember my SSS number!
___ Segue to: Sunny day at the park. I was walking thru the park to get to my plane and saw various classmates from my college life: Evangeline, Marcelline... and I was going up to them, brushing my hand on their arms, etc. I was happy to be going home...

March 28, 1998

RACING THE BOX
I was racing my soapbox against this snivelling brat. I was using only a tin box that I'd placed wheels on, while his racing soapbox was fast and sleek and hi-tech... and he was a real asshole about it. Anyway, we perfected the art of hooking our contraptions up to the backs of cars so we could go faster... and we were soon racing along a major highway.

BUS TO THE BEACH
Then I was riding a bus with my family.. we were going to Negros (?), I'm not too sure. Anyway, we were going to the beach, which is why a lot of Japanese and Korean tourists would later board the same bus, jostling us all with their rubber lifesavers and towels and slippers. And the bus was extremely dirty. Lots of strewn paper plates, utensils and fish bones littered the floor and seats of this old, non-aircon California Bus Lines model contraption.

THE WITCH'S AERIE
Of course, before the bus, we were all on an aerie. We were trying not to wake up this witch so were being real quiet. But she woke up anyway. And seemed to behave like my Lola Nelly. But worse. In the middle of one of her impromptu homilies, I looka round at the mountains across from our lodge and see deer/moose/whatever climbing down from the steep mountaintop. As they descend fearlessly, some step off the cliff--- seemingly plunging to their deaths, except that they suddenly grow wings and fly into the sky.
___ We switch views to the opposite side of the aerie, where there's another balcony facing the setting sun. We see the moose-deer frolicking in pools far below. Near them we see the mountain-climbing/winged moose-deer swimming with the jungle animals. in a little while, we've joined the animals at the pool. And I am sermoning a younger incarnation of my cousin Irvin about not asking any of these winged moose whether they have wings or not. In fact, I threaten to get mad so that Irvin gets my point.

IMMOBILIZED BY A GIRL, DECIMATING THE WEIMAR GOLD
Then suddenly, I am in Germany where the police (Nazi-era SS) are about to pick up this girl and myself. We see thru TV monitors that the SS are coming, but the girl and I continue having sex... she is somehow able to turn me invisible.
___ In still photos that we examine later on in life, I can see that she was able to transform me into a statue of Moses--- in one corner. So what I originally thought was invisibility was instead, immobility.
___ Anyway, back to the SS.... they arrive and the girl is telling me to climax hurriedly, I hear her orgasmic sighs as the lieutenant gives a speech about Rights(?) Anyway, I see the owner of the building we are in, secretly placing bombs in various building nooks and crannies. he is also activating their timers so that the museum cases in his building (which house the treasures of the Weimar Republic) never get into the hands of the Nazis....

[I awake to find my legs being cannibalized by ants.]

March 29, 1998

CAR FLOOD
We were in a car, in the pouring rain. It was the Toyota Corolla '79...bulok. The rain was gushing into the car. Little by little, the floor was flooding and so we had to stop near some excavations (or construction) and use a tabo to pour out the water that swished on our car floor.

DINGY HOTEL WITH ROTTING DOORS
At some point after that, I was with a large group of people, with an entire platoon of girls and boys and we were just about to move into our rooms in this dingy hotel (where there were holes in the wooden doors--- no privacy at all). Boys in one large room, girls in another, but with connecting doors. Thing is, the locks were so flimsy. Some of the outside people were able to break into our room (boys) by just pushing in the door... they thought our room was a main passageway.

PAINTING OF WOMEN SEARCHING FOR WEEDS
And then there was this painting of women gathering plants, using a boat that traversed frozen wastelands... all the way from their original tropical home (India?). The women's homeland was bountiful enough, but they had to go far away to get certain ingredients or weeds...

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