I was staying with the Chinese relatives of a friend with Chinese heritage and I thought it was so cool because the longer I stayed with them, the more I started to understand the language.
One day, while they were out and I was in the house alone, I noticed intermittent flashing lights outside. I could see a gigantic grey cloud in the sky and realised that a ferocious storm was brewing.
When the family came home they confirmed that a storm was indeed on it's way and the friend that I was staying with told me that it was a common occurence there and she had a ticket to watch it on an open airfield but she wasn't going to use it because she and her family had decided to throw a party instead.
I couldn't believe that someone would pass up the opportunity to go storm watching for a party so I asked if I could have the ticket. I offered to pay for it but she said she would let me have it for free.
Then she back-peddled later and hinted that she wanted payment for it, but wouldn't give me a price. I really didn't mind paying for it; I just wanted the ticket!
I could see small tornadoes start to form already. Some of them didn't even touch the ground but it mesmorised me to watch them form.
Then another thought entered my head; I was in an unfamiliar place and I didn't know my way to the airfield and everyone else was too preoccupied with the party to go with me. Somebody tried to give me directions but I couldn't make sense of them.
The house was located on high ground with a perfect, unobstructed view of the sky anyway, so I could have just watched from the safety of the house, but didn't really want to get in the way of the party or have my enjoyment of the storm distracted by party-goers.
While I was busy trying to work out a strategy to get to the airfield, I saw on the news that the storm had allegedly started to dissipate and wouldn't reach it's spectacular potential after all. This seemed to be good news for everyone, but me.
I looked outside the window and realised with dismay that the storm had disappeared.
Friday 29 January 2016
Monday 18 January 2016
Dream Diary #92: Death in the Faux-mily
I was informed that the Obnoxious Girl had passed away after being hit by a car. Even though she'd annoyed me, the news shocked me and I felt very sad. I decided to pay a visit to her home.
Even though she and I hadn't gotten along, her family let me in. If they knew about the true nature of our relationship, they didn't let on and seemed more interested in their own grief and sadness.
I seemed to be able to navigate my way around the house easily, without anyone showing me where to go. I went into, what used to be, her bedroom. It was eerily quiet as I looked through her belongings.
The bed was unmade and there were books and objects lying around as if she was in the middle of using them when she left them.
I did some digging and found some old diaries and journals and it turned out that she'd actually liked me and admired me a lot and couldn't understand why we didn't get along. It had upset her that we didn't.
This actually triggered the memory in me that we hadn't always disagreed and that I had spent time at her house as a child, which explained why I knew the house so well.
She had always been, shall we say, on the 'lively' side and that made the silence and stillness left behind after her death, all the more deafening.
Even though she and I hadn't gotten along, her family let me in. If they knew about the true nature of our relationship, they didn't let on and seemed more interested in their own grief and sadness.
I seemed to be able to navigate my way around the house easily, without anyone showing me where to go. I went into, what used to be, her bedroom. It was eerily quiet as I looked through her belongings.
The bed was unmade and there were books and objects lying around as if she was in the middle of using them when she left them.
I did some digging and found some old diaries and journals and it turned out that she'd actually liked me and admired me a lot and couldn't understand why we didn't get along. It had upset her that we didn't.
This actually triggered the memory in me that we hadn't always disagreed and that I had spent time at her house as a child, which explained why I knew the house so well.
She had always been, shall we say, on the 'lively' side and that made the silence and stillness left behind after her death, all the more deafening.
Thursday 7 January 2016
Dream Diary #91: The Invisible Man
My boyfriend and I had been given my grandparents old house to stay in for a little while so that we could spend some time in private together. For a while we lived blissfully in our own little world, just hanging out, chilling and getting to know one another better.
If we 'passed the test' of proving that we were a real, strong and resilient couple we'd be allowed to live in the house permanently.
There was an annoying girl (not the 'obnoxious girl') that kept hanging around and getting in the way. After a while I suspected her of wanting to steal my boyfriend away, so when she came round one day while he was at work I confronted her.
She swore she wasn't interested in my boyfriend and to prove it she cooked us an elaborate, fancy dinner complete with oysters and various other ingredients known for their aphrodisiac qualities. I was impressed and after getting to know her better, I could see she wasn't a threat to our relationship. The meal looked delicious and I couldn't wait for my boyfriend to come home to eat it.
My family came to visit earlier than anticipated and I was disappointed that my boyfriend and I wouldn't be able to enjoy our meal in private. But at the same time I couldn't wait to introduce them to him.
When he was late home, I didn't worry at first. I kept the kids busy by coming up with new activities for them to do and entertained my family with stories of what my boyfriend and I had been up to and how wonderful he was.
But as more and more time passed and he still didn't show, I started to feel sick and distraught.
I didn't even have a number to call him on or any way of contacting him.
Not only did he not come home, but any evidence that he had ever lived at all seemed to disappear and I was left looking and feeling foolish. It was like I had imagined the whole thing!
I convinced my family to stay for as long as humanly possible but eventually I was starting to lose faith and with a heavy heart I packed up the rest of the belongings and returned home with them, devastated.
If we 'passed the test' of proving that we were a real, strong and resilient couple we'd be allowed to live in the house permanently.
There was an annoying girl (not the 'obnoxious girl') that kept hanging around and getting in the way. After a while I suspected her of wanting to steal my boyfriend away, so when she came round one day while he was at work I confronted her.
She swore she wasn't interested in my boyfriend and to prove it she cooked us an elaborate, fancy dinner complete with oysters and various other ingredients known for their aphrodisiac qualities. I was impressed and after getting to know her better, I could see she wasn't a threat to our relationship. The meal looked delicious and I couldn't wait for my boyfriend to come home to eat it.
My family came to visit earlier than anticipated and I was disappointed that my boyfriend and I wouldn't be able to enjoy our meal in private. But at the same time I couldn't wait to introduce them to him.
When he was late home, I didn't worry at first. I kept the kids busy by coming up with new activities for them to do and entertained my family with stories of what my boyfriend and I had been up to and how wonderful he was.
But as more and more time passed and he still didn't show, I started to feel sick and distraught.
I didn't even have a number to call him on or any way of contacting him.
Not only did he not come home, but any evidence that he had ever lived at all seemed to disappear and I was left looking and feeling foolish. It was like I had imagined the whole thing!
I convinced my family to stay for as long as humanly possible but eventually I was starting to lose faith and with a heavy heart I packed up the rest of the belongings and returned home with them, devastated.
Monday 4 January 2016
Dream Diary #90: Crisis of Conscience
I was happily preparing to settle into my new life in the USA when the man I was living with disappeared without explanation, while I was trying to use my mobile phone to figure out our location.
At best, I guessed we were in a ski-lodge on the border of Canada someplace, but he disappeared before I could process the information.
Devastated, and not wanting to be sent back home, I begged and pleaded with some of my new friends to let me stay with them.
Luckily, my friends were sympathetic and one of them even offered to marry me in a marriage of convienience and for a short time we had a lot of fun getting to know one another and having our other friends test us on our knowledge, so that we would pass the visa interview.
Once again, I found myself trying to locate my position on a map and found that I was living in a fictional pokey, backwater state that no-one ever talks about (I forgot the exact name, but I know it began with a 'P') but I was so grateful to be there, that I didn't care.
However, the friend who offered to marry me reconciled with his girlfriend and understandably we couldn't go through with the plan.
Frustrated at being let down again, an unexpected ray of hope came in the form of another guy in the same friendship circle who would be leaving to go to college soon and he told me I was welcome to join him providing I got a job and could help out financially.
This guy was much more reserved than the others so I didn't envision us having a whole lot of fun together, but I accepted anyway. His college was on the west coast and I thought, "Finally! Somewhere I recognise!"
I answered a job advertisment and found out the job was to test torture methods on criminals!
Instead of an interview, I had to prove I was able to do the job by using an electronic whip/switch device on a female child abuser. They even brought along the little girl that she abused for added effect!
The device had to charge 'all the way to 100' before it could be used so that gave my interviewers some time to ask me questions as well as a chance for me to come up with some excuse as to why I couldn't go through with it.
I despise child abusers, but the torture device sounded brutal. I remember having a moral debate with myself at whether this kind of punishment was appropriate and was I prepared to take a job like this just to preserve my lifestyle?
There was some kind of conflict after that, and somehow we ended up on the roof, overlooking the lake in the middle of the town square. I noticed it was a beautiful view despite the situation I was currently in.
In the end, I didn't end up going through with 'interview' as they decided not to give me the job anyway.
At best, I guessed we were in a ski-lodge on the border of Canada someplace, but he disappeared before I could process the information.
Devastated, and not wanting to be sent back home, I begged and pleaded with some of my new friends to let me stay with them.
Luckily, my friends were sympathetic and one of them even offered to marry me in a marriage of convienience and for a short time we had a lot of fun getting to know one another and having our other friends test us on our knowledge, so that we would pass the visa interview.
Once again, I found myself trying to locate my position on a map and found that I was living in a fictional pokey, backwater state that no-one ever talks about (I forgot the exact name, but I know it began with a 'P') but I was so grateful to be there, that I didn't care.
However, the friend who offered to marry me reconciled with his girlfriend and understandably we couldn't go through with the plan.
Frustrated at being let down again, an unexpected ray of hope came in the form of another guy in the same friendship circle who would be leaving to go to college soon and he told me I was welcome to join him providing I got a job and could help out financially.
This guy was much more reserved than the others so I didn't envision us having a whole lot of fun together, but I accepted anyway. His college was on the west coast and I thought, "Finally! Somewhere I recognise!"
I answered a job advertisment and found out the job was to test torture methods on criminals!
Instead of an interview, I had to prove I was able to do the job by using an electronic whip/switch device on a female child abuser. They even brought along the little girl that she abused for added effect!
The device had to charge 'all the way to 100' before it could be used so that gave my interviewers some time to ask me questions as well as a chance for me to come up with some excuse as to why I couldn't go through with it.
I despise child abusers, but the torture device sounded brutal. I remember having a moral debate with myself at whether this kind of punishment was appropriate and was I prepared to take a job like this just to preserve my lifestyle?
There was some kind of conflict after that, and somehow we ended up on the roof, overlooking the lake in the middle of the town square. I noticed it was a beautiful view despite the situation I was currently in.
In the end, I didn't end up going through with 'interview' as they decided not to give me the job anyway.
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