dream | 9.11.03

i was riding a boat with another woman, and we were heading to what seemed like the end of our backyard.. no, much farther beyond. there's a construction site that's all-steel. we're heading to the direction of the rising sun. its colors are warm, more like a sunset, really. only that it's morning.

as we were riding the boat the woman asked if i have another pair of slippers with me, something i can wear while i'm there. she's from there, so she doesn't have to bring a pair.

when we got there, she took off her shoes and stepped on the shallow water. at the floor are pairs of colorful slippers, placed neatly side by side. i found this quite ordinary, the water not moving the slippers at the bottom. i used my leather sandals and waded in the water.

while walking, my memory suggests that where we are is a small island with old wooden houses. it was like that for a short while, then the things changed. All i could remember is that i'm wishing i can bring my friends there. I was thinking i'd tell my parents about that place, and maybe in dreams thinking is the same as what's actually occuring, coz after that my parents were there and they were showing me the small property that we own there.

inside a brightly lit structure, with walls only a little better than that of caves, there were shops. in the shop i was in i saw a very nice bracelet with sun charms, its chains antique. the saleslady told me the price, and said it's perfect for baptisms.* she also told me the price of the bracelet another guy was wearing. (it's cheap.)

in "our" property, we have a small shallow indoor pond with lots of huge fishes swimming around. i saw a pair i instantly liked, huge fish with perfect spots on its sides. the fishes become bigger the more i stare at them. i pointed at them to my dad, and he said they were worth 24,000 when he got them.

i looked out the window and saw lots of piranhas. the window was at a level of a small strip of land, and the piranhas were tring to go to the other side of this strip, hopping on the grassy land. there was a man standing on this strip (i can only see his feet) and he was a bit scared of the piranhas. the piranhas look like punk rock fish-types. mohawks on their backs.



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*on saturday i'll be a godmother on the baptism of an operator's son.