I'm sorry you can't see the stars from where we are ; But at least we can still sit under the stainless moon ; Wishes can't be made tonight so I'll go back home, and make you a thousand cranes ; Tie each one on a string so they won't fly alone ; My hands are sore and bleeding, but for you I'll do anything ; Wishes can't be made tonight, and maybe I'll make cranes of my own ; And maybe, just maybe, you'll love me too.
I am my normal self with my parents. It seems like the normal family outings we do in real life, just laughing and eating. We're at some sort of Chinese restaurant so of course I would order the noodles. Strangely though the chef came out from behind his kitchen counter to take our orders. My dad and I order the noodles and the chef exclaimed, “Oh its your lucky day! Cus today it is an all you can eat!” he seemed rather jolly.
It wasn't exactly an all you can eat per say but a competition; whoever could finish the bowl of noodle under how many minutes would win a prize. I wasn't really counting on winning because I just wanted to eat the delicious Dream noodles. They tasted so good.... like chicken! My dad ate only half the bowl before he gave up. Everyone including the chef cried in teasing disappointment while I was still chowing down.
The chef went back to his kitchen but when he did, I overheard some customers gossiping about why he was so happy. It was something about him getting rid of his first son and carrying on his career with his second wife whom already had a son to begin with. I turned to look back at the kitchen, the chef was there, glaring at the gossiping customers. He really looked like a killer then.
The customers began to gossip louder, deliberately, spilling out all the rumors about him throwing the son overboard when he brought him out on a yacht trip and all sorts of things. They mocked him in his face like they weren't afraid. But they stopped once the wife and kid actually walked into the restaurant. Everyone was quiet.
But I was afraid – for the stepson. The stepson was just a bit younger than me and something told me that the chef would return to murder his new wife and the kid. Like a gut feeling. I turned to my dad asking a very strange question, “Dad, is it possible to send some of my guardians to protect the family? Just to be safe?” and he replied yes, but I had to concentrate real hard. What does this all mean you ask?
Inside of me lived several spirit guardians all of which took to the form of different animals. I chanted a spell and exhaled and out came the spirit animals, like mist. I remember seeing a bear, a raccoon, a rabbit and a deer. As the strongest of the animals, I sent the bear to look after the boy and his mother and the bear did obediently.
I remember my favorite being the raccoon as she was funny, intelligent as well as cheeky and sly. The next thing I knew, I found myself in the land of the spirit animals. It was where I would go to if I were sleeping or in deep meditation. It was a beautiful, mystic forest with a waterfall in the background, making the rivers flow between the green islands. I was standing on a rather large, grassy island. There I saw more of my animal guardians – some birds, a dog and a wolf if I'm not mistaken. But I wasn't alone.
The chef's son was also there. He was on a small island opposite me and it came closer on its own, connecting to my island with a miniature wooden bridge. The boy looked afraid and panicky. When he saw me he demanded answers and spoke quite rashly. The bear appeared and it scared him, but the bear was kind and made his way over the bridge to my side. There the other animals defended me, “You should be grateful you little brat!” said the wolf (or the dog, I'm not sure) “Yeah! She's the one who wanted to protect you!” said the raccoon.
The boy could not see his bear guardian until now, because I'm their owner and only I could see them in real world. Since the boy didn't understand, I quieted my guardians down saying not the blame him. I welcomed him to my part of the island, saying he needn't feel scared in this place. After I got him to trust me, I soon explained everything.
This Dream had a real oriental feeling to it, talking about spiritual guardians in the forms of animals and such, it reminded me a lot of the Chinese zodiac. Though the only animals I saw that were in the real zodiac were the rabbit and the dog. I wonder if I could have summoned a dragon... But anyway, this Dream was really fun cus I've always wished I could communicate with animals so I can finally tell what the hell they were saying.
My persona in this Dream was my normal self except I wasn't myself. The only thing different about me was that I had fantastic martial art skills!! I was at home but my house didn't look like a house anymore. Part of it had become this really dangerous training ground with stone walls and random, rusty metal sinks and pipes sticking out of them. Did I mention the boiling hot lava in the pits below?
My parents were there too, strange enough, but I wasn't paying much attention to them because I was challenged to a race of some sort throughout the molten battle field. I was challenged by a little kid who was also a martial artist from the old kung fu movies with the single braid and all. I took his challenge. The lava training ground was separated from the normal-looking part of the house by large, narrow stone walls. We started from one wall and had to reach the one on the other side of the molten pits. Besides the metal sinks and poles jutting from the walls, there were also pillars of rock in the middle of the lava that we could jump on but I didn't want to risk it.
The race began and I immediately took to the metal sinks and poles on the walls. This is where my parents start interfering. My mom suddenly calls out to me saying that it was a silly idea to grab onto the sinks and to hold the poles instead. I shouted back at her to let me to my business. She insisted the poles were sturdier but I knew they didn't look it. To prove her wrong I pushed down a pole that was supposed to support my weight but it came right off the wall and I cried back at her telling her about it. She looked upset she was wrong because she was only trying to help me but I could see my dad comforting her, telling her to let my do my own thing. I knew what I was doing.
So I carried on with my plan, jumping from one sink to another. I was close to catching the kid now but somewhere in the middle of the challenge the race changed into a game of catching the kid. It was as if he had done something wrong and I was supposed to catch him or something so I sped up. He made it over the wall but I caught up with him. I sat on the wall, squatting down on all limbs looking for my prey. I spotted him over the horizon of pillows and sheets and mattresses (yes you heard me) and I leaped to the ground below.
Once I was behind him, I was down on all fours and I suddenly roared like a tiger before pouncing on him and wrestling him from behind. He surrendered and I loosened my grip around him. “I have one and you accept your defeat.” I said proudly. Then I went to the living room to put on a video. The kid came along after me and looked at the cover of the movie I put on. I told him it was a kung fu movie starring Jet Li and some other fighters. It was the silly end to some very serious martial arts training.
The part about my mom in the beginning probably suggests my feelings to be independent; that I yearn my mom to trust me when I make my own decisions or when I act the way I do. And yes I am and always have been a fan of kung fu and martial arts movies. Not really the one about gunning action like Mission Impossible. I'm talking about Ip Man, Lethal Move, Fearless, Forbidden Kingdom, Crouching Tiger; Hidden Dragon – to name a few. My favorite fighters of all time are Jet Li, Donnie Yen, Sammo Hung and the occasional Jackie Chan for the comedies.
