Friday, June 04, 2004
Surreal but weird
It was an ugly day. Not because the gloomy sky was covered with dark, frightening clouds, nor was it because of the freezing wind that stung you as you walked across the open fields that stretched through infinity. It was an ugly day because it was the judgement day, D-Day, invasion day - whatever they called it - when years of meticulous military planning and training are finally put to use for good. Intelligence had confirmed the invasion, and the government had prepared precisely for this attack. Then there we were, gathered together from all over the country in lines of trenches with our sixty pound equipments. While we sat quietly waiting for command, I looked around and saw anxiety on people's faces, the faces that showed hopelessness and despair. I found myself in front of the door to hell.
I moved away from the terrified soldiers into a secluded corner to take a dump. I figured this would just be one of a few ways to take my mind off the tension on the battlefield. As I took care of my business, I was shocked at what I was wearing: t-shirt and shorts. Before I could worry about not wearing a uniform, I heard the deafening siren started to scream and people rushing to their stations. In the middle of the turmoil, I finished up as quickly as I started and bolted to my battle station, only to find that my commander was helplessly yelling at the soldiers running for their lives. It was a scene that reminded me of the movie Godzilla, where people where had run aimlessly in every direction, away from the gigantic, unidentified dinosaur -- it was sad to see that those were the people defending our country.
Trying not to panic, I quietly asked him, "So what do you think we should do now?"
"We'll have to fight them till death!!!" The commander replied with intensity and waved his sword around like a drunken samurai.
Great. I'm left with an old man who lost his mind. I peeked out of the trench and saw a sea of angry, enemy soldiers charging towards us. As they cut across the battlefield yelling stuff in Japanese that I did not understand, my first reaction was RUN! I climbed out of the trench and joined with the rest of my ally, leaving the poor commander talking to himself. My heart was beating so loud that I swear my enemies could hear it. I closed my eyes and heard them approaching. I was officially screwed.
Running wasn't exactly the worst part of running for your life. It was tripping and falling that just completely made my day. As I struggled to get to my feet, I looked back and saw a person running straight at me and grabbed me by the arm. Half crippling, I looked at my enemy and he, (wait, she!), dragged me to the direction of their base command. I didn't remember what I said to her but suddenly she turned and looked at me so hard that she almost burned a hole thru me. Last time I checked, I didn't know a word of Japanese.
The weird thing was I had no idea what she looked like, yet she was radiating this "I am a hot chick" energy that was incredibly attractive. After what seemed like forever, she finally moved on and guided me thru the complexity of her camp, this time a lot more gently. I was still aware of my t-shirt and shorts, which stood out from the crowd of uniform that everyone was wearing. After myriads of stares and glances from strangers, we reached a door that was looked after by an Asian looking guard, probably just another Japanese soldier. Above the door hung a mundane "Exit" neon sign like every other emergency exit. The "hot chick" whispered something -- if I didn't mistaken she told me to speak something in French to the guard.
Is it a joke to get me killed? Or is she serious? Since when did French and Japanese become allies?
"Bonjour. Ca va?" The guard asked, glancing at my ridiculous outfit. I was surprised that I could understand what came out of the guard's mouth.
"Ca va bien, merci," the "hot chick" said with confidence and perfect French accent. She then let go my arm and held my hand. I could feel the icy coldness of her hand in mine.
I did not say a word. I was completely speechless and flabbergasted by all the war drama and espcially, the "hot Japanese chick who spoke French." What the hell is with all the randomness? Why am I here? What year is it? Who am I fighting for? Who is this girl? Before I could finish asking myself all these unanswered questions, the "hot chick" kissed me. Hard. And I STILL did not see what she looked like.
BRRRINNNNNNGGGGGG! I jumped up to my brother's alarm. Damn, what a fucked up dream. It had evolved from a war epic to a love story, not to mention of my california outfit and randomness in between. Maybe I would next become a bitter CMU grad and bomb the school. I wonder what would have happened.
I rarely remember my dreams. But this time, I not only had a surreal dream, almost like I was watching myself in a movie, but I could also still vividly remember what happened even after I woke up. Freaky.
I moved away from the terrified soldiers into a secluded corner to take a dump. I figured this would just be one of a few ways to take my mind off the tension on the battlefield. As I took care of my business, I was shocked at what I was wearing: t-shirt and shorts. Before I could worry about not wearing a uniform, I heard the deafening siren started to scream and people rushing to their stations. In the middle of the turmoil, I finished up as quickly as I started and bolted to my battle station, only to find that my commander was helplessly yelling at the soldiers running for their lives. It was a scene that reminded me of the movie Godzilla, where people where had run aimlessly in every direction, away from the gigantic, unidentified dinosaur -- it was sad to see that those were the people defending our country.
Trying not to panic, I quietly asked him, "So what do you think we should do now?"
"We'll have to fight them till death!!!" The commander replied with intensity and waved his sword around like a drunken samurai.
Great. I'm left with an old man who lost his mind. I peeked out of the trench and saw a sea of angry, enemy soldiers charging towards us. As they cut across the battlefield yelling stuff in Japanese that I did not understand, my first reaction was RUN! I climbed out of the trench and joined with the rest of my ally, leaving the poor commander talking to himself. My heart was beating so loud that I swear my enemies could hear it. I closed my eyes and heard them approaching. I was officially screwed.
Running wasn't exactly the worst part of running for your life. It was tripping and falling that just completely made my day. As I struggled to get to my feet, I looked back and saw a person running straight at me and grabbed me by the arm. Half crippling, I looked at my enemy and he, (wait, she!), dragged me to the direction of their base command. I didn't remember what I said to her but suddenly she turned and looked at me so hard that she almost burned a hole thru me. Last time I checked, I didn't know a word of Japanese.
The weird thing was I had no idea what she looked like, yet she was radiating this "I am a hot chick" energy that was incredibly attractive. After what seemed like forever, she finally moved on and guided me thru the complexity of her camp, this time a lot more gently. I was still aware of my t-shirt and shorts, which stood out from the crowd of uniform that everyone was wearing. After myriads of stares and glances from strangers, we reached a door that was looked after by an Asian looking guard, probably just another Japanese soldier. Above the door hung a mundane "Exit" neon sign like every other emergency exit. The "hot chick" whispered something -- if I didn't mistaken she told me to speak something in French to the guard.
Is it a joke to get me killed? Or is she serious? Since when did French and Japanese become allies?
"Bonjour. Ca va?" The guard asked, glancing at my ridiculous outfit. I was surprised that I could understand what came out of the guard's mouth.
"Ca va bien, merci," the "hot chick" said with confidence and perfect French accent. She then let go my arm and held my hand. I could feel the icy coldness of her hand in mine.
I did not say a word. I was completely speechless and flabbergasted by all the war drama and espcially, the "hot Japanese chick who spoke French." What the hell is with all the randomness? Why am I here? What year is it? Who am I fighting for? Who is this girl? Before I could finish asking myself all these unanswered questions, the "hot chick" kissed me. Hard. And I STILL did not see what she looked like.
BRRRINNNNNNGGGGGG! I jumped up to my brother's alarm. Damn, what a fucked up dream. It had evolved from a war epic to a love story, not to mention of my california outfit and randomness in between. Maybe I would next become a bitter CMU grad and bomb the school. I wonder what would have happened.
I rarely remember my dreams. But this time, I not only had a surreal dream, almost like I was watching myself in a movie, but I could also still vividly remember what happened even after I woke up. Freaky.
