June 13, 1990
THE DEMON TAKEOVERS
I am with a small group of horrified people, including an unknown pair of grandparents (who were both foreigners) and we are in a hybrid setting that mixes in elements of a barn, dungeon (with rushes on the earthen floor), my Lola's former house in Bulusan Street and my other Lola's old house in San Juan.
___ A demon is possessing each of us, and we can tell whenever this happens because the possessed person's pupils dilate and become tiny points. The demon is testing each of us at our individual weaknesses, to see whether we are still faithful to God.
___Us humans are trapped behind the glass sliding doors of the music room and since we cannot escape, we are forced to watch each of the tests given to each member of the group.
___First up, the foreigner grandparents. The demon forces them to have sex. And as we watch, the old man climaxes but what spurts forth from his loins is a solution of lizards and bugs. The horror kills both he and his aged wife.
___I fail my test. There are two parts to it.

RESISTING THE CARESS
I am walking down a cobblestone road with a lady (in black and red, like some gypsy of old) on my arm. I am holding her tenderly and caressing her arm with my fingers. I know that the caresses will end up firing our lust, but I cannot stop.

SPANISH WOMAN AND UMBRELLA
I am back at the barn, watching a Spanish lady (probably the same as in my caress test) seduce another guy. I watch from the entrapment of the glass sliding doors.
___Someone told me before I returned to the barn, that the only way to defeat the demon (who was now inhabiting the Spanish lady's body) was to use an umbrella. Perfect, I think. I always carry an umbrella. I bring it out, put my finger rosary around my thumb for protection and prepare to meet my demon.
___The Spanish lady turns from her seductions and looks me straight in the eye. I stop in my tracks. I realize I am watching her seduction... and cannot do anything at all to save my soul. I am a weakling. The demon knows my heart.

June 15, 1990

INTERVIEWED BY ZSA ZSA WITH JEALOUS FRIEND
I am in a rich colonial house, something that loks like it belongs in Corinthian Gardens or in Baguio. A TV crew is filming Zsa Zsa Padilla, who is in turn, interviewing me about my music career. We are seated atop some tables, except mine is shaking. I blame it on the table's construction defects. My friend Pam says it's my nervousness that's making it shake.
___Anyway, Zsa Zsa takes my hand to calm my shaking (her left hand has a butterfly bracelet on it). And Pam leaves in a dramatic display of jealousy. I rush after her as she leaves the gate and tell her that it wasn't what she thought it was. (How Melrose Place can one get?) I beg her to stay and then I embrace her.

June 16, 1990

THE PURPLE SHOE
I am shopping for purple shoes again. This seems to be an over-riding obsession in my dreams. I am with my sister Nessa. I try on a glittering purple leather shoe with high heels... It was in the men's section! But the shoe was tight...apart from looking too ridiculously feminine for my feet.

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