dream, Thu 17/9/09
My parents and I were invited to some Russian conference-dinner event. Not realising it started with a film, we got there late. I went downstairs to get a free gift, then proceeded to the cinema, where there were many Eastern Europeans present. I was disappointed that the film had started as I hate (in real life) not seeing films from the beginning, if they are for serious consumption.
The cinema was old-fashioned. At first, I sat alone as I could not find my mother. Then eventually I was called over to the back where my mother was sitting with my old schoolmate CJ and our family friend Auntie Jo. CJ was all annoyed that I didn't choose to sit next to her, so I decided I'd much rather sit alone again.
I went to the opposite side of the cinema and my first love was there. His girlfriend at the time, my classmate S was there, a few seats away from him. They were arguing. I tried to pay attention to the film and C began to tease me. Deep down, I liked it, but wanted to pay attention to rest of the film, so I huffed off - again.
This time I went to the weird front rows of the cinema where it was standing-room only and there were Filipinos (I'm part Filipino) standing in troughs of water, instructed to jump up and down in it at selected times in the film. I was too short for the troughs.
We were then led to dinner in rooms. The grown-ups were in one room (Filipino families I'd grown up with in Australia) and their children in the other. I looked to join them.
It is at this point that the dream becomes some sort of weird horror film, set in Russia. A few of us exited this building we were in and I saw two people covering Casiotone For The Painfully Alone's song 'Hot Boys'. It was some sort of street concert. The street was lightly flooded. I began to run.
The dream then cut to a story where a group of females had just been sacked from a doctor's surgery. There was one person left working and a mechanised force was deployed to remove these girls. They were told they were not allowed to open any of the doors in their now former workplace - except one. One of the girls (this girl was now who I became) opened the door and saw a blonde female doctor sitting at her desk. She then picked up a violin and began to play. Her young girl patient then escaped and began to roam the streets, shredding up people in her way with her long, mechanical arms that sort of burst out of her body every now and then.
In fact, she skinned and partially stripped others' bodies of their organs in order to 'house' herself in them, use them as a host. Eventually, I was one of three such persons she did this to (as my real self, not the other 'girl') and I remember thinking "this isn't supposed to happen to me, the hero never gets killed".
Some sort of killing spree continued till I woke up.
