i dream of my old friend aip, he's an artist in jakarta, currently working at imaginary friends, i haven't met him for a long time, don't know why he went to my dream last night but it sure was a funny yet wonderful dream.

I'm in a great hall full with victorian decorations and furnitures, just like in louis the ninth's (once king of france) mansion, there are only two person in that hall, me and chris (my friend and also my employer), we keenly and curiously look at a big brown-gold book in a locked cupboard, it is beautifully decorated but looks like an ancient magic book because the papers are brownish instead of clear white.

Our attention to the book are distracted by the sound of footsteps from our behind, we look back and it's my friend aip, he said "wanna read the book ?", "yes, i would love to" i replied. he opened the lock and hand me the book.

the first page is about an animal, the are two illustration of marvelous quality, i looked at both and asked "aip, are you the one who made this illustrations ?", "yes i am" he replied. I thought to myself "damn, he's so goddamn good at this, wonder when he got this kinda skill", chris who hardly ever satisfied with any illustration himself said they were awesome. We open more pages and see even more wonderful illustrations, it's at a level of those paintings made by leonardo da vinci, van gogh, etc.

the last page of the book is a special one, the illustration is animated, it was a picture of earth, and it is spinning, the suprising thing is that it is accurate, it was noon that day in indonesia, and so is indonesia in the picture, it is brightly lit by the sun. This is a superb animation, created by a pure genius, a prodigy !! and i'm glad that i have such a friend.

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I had another dream last night, it's about farmers and snakes ...

Up above the hills lies a small village inhabited by just a few dozen people, these people wears turban and long dresses. If you've seen vilagers in Afghanistan on tv i'm sure you can imagine of what kind of people i saw in my dream. The vilagers mainly work as farmer, they plant cotton, wheat, tomato and green chilly (which i believe couldn't grow on non-tropical part of the world), they were innocent and simple, and seem to have little use of money as they can live only by what mother-nature gave them. The farm land lies a bit further from the village, you have to go down the hill a little, crossing an arid and baren land full big snakes, there are hundreds, no, thousand of snakes in that area.

Just as in any of my dream (i don't know about yours), i can sometime warp to any place i want or to see from the perspective of a certin person in the dream, and last night i become nothing but a spirit flying above the ground, looking down upon the arid land full of snakes. It's about 9 PM in the morning, the sun shone so bright and warm but the air was cold, it always cold if you live several mile above the sea level (CMIIW), the snakes are taking their sun bath, thousands of them came out of the ground, there are snakes everywhere jam packed like a sardine in a can, i can hardly see the soil beneath them, all i can see was brown-yellow-black pattern of their scaly skin. These snakes didn't lie on the ground, the upper half of their body standing vertically while the other half circled on the ground to support the upward thrust, have you ever seen a cobra standing and dancing to the flute of a snake charmer ? if you have, it's exactly like that.. they nod their heads up and down in a rythm, it was both amazing and yet scary.

I saw two men, they were somekind of tourist as they don't wear turban, walking towards the snakes in an attemp to cross the arid land, there are no other way to cross it, it's their only path. Closer and closer they walked, at about 5 feets from the snakes, the tourist changed their pace to a silent tip-toe hoping the snakes wouldn't notice them, but their hope were shattered as soon as three or more of the snake stop dancing and turn their heads at the tourist, a few milli second later, hundreds of the snakes chased and bite the unlucky tourists, their struggle for live worth nothing compared to the venomous bite of the vicious dancing beasts.

Not long after the unpleasant scene (biting, moaning, screaming, etc), came three local farmers, they chat and chuckles cheerfully along the way, they were best friends i suppose. They walk normally as the tourist does, and just a click away from the snakes they don't change their pace into a tip-toe, but to my surprise, they move their head and body up and down following the dancing rythm of the snakes, the snakes showed no fierce reaction and calmly continuing their dance, the scene were amazing, i feel like dancing myself seeing it, i felt that could hear music playing in the background. The farmer still chattering to one another cheerfully when they cross the snakes, there no fear in their faces, as they finished crossing the arid land, the start working on the field, planting various kind of crops...

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actually i had four interesting dreams last night, but this is the one that interest me most, the second is about a mother breastfeeding her baby in norwegia, the third one is about a ninja lady stabbing a man over and over with a small kitchen knife, and the last one is about me chatting with a great old music composer in italy.

last night i dreamed of gong li, in case you don't know she is an actrees, played in several hongkong and hollywood movie. here's the dream :

light flashes upon my eyes, i can see nothing but white, not long after that the white light gradually lowered its intensity and colors began to appeared, now i could see my self and what i was currently doing. I was walking on a long narrow street in a broad daylight, it is as wide as an interstate bus, there are no cars but i could see some people trotting along the street, as i slowly regained my senses i turned my head around to see where i was, there are many small but tall buildings, most of them are 3 stories high but only 10 feets or so in width, i assumed they were some kind of shops since they all have this big glass windows and their goods can be seen through them. I look further up and found banners and boards with each shop's name, they really are shop, the writings on these things are chinese, i can't read chinese at all but at least i knew that i was in a china town

walking for a little while longer, i magically became accustomed to the street, i felt like i had been living in that narrow crowded road full of shops for years, and that everybody there knows me well enough to occasionally greet me as i passed them on the street.

My feet suddenly stopped in front of a shop, bigger than the other, it's dark brown all over and just a little touch of bright crimson red on its windows sills, it's an elegant place with neat clean window's glasses and warm yellow-red light dimly shone from inside the building. I don't know where i knew it, but i knew, it was a restaurant, a big elegant classy chinese restaurant. And somehow i felt like i am an important person in that place, and i am ! i was a bodyguard of the owner of that restaurant, and the owner is none other than gong li herself.

I entered the building with full of confidence, every employees in there respects me by lowering their heads as i walk towards the main office in the second floor. I opened the door silently, entered the room and close it as silent as i opened it, it was a big and spacious modern styled room, at the far end of the office i could see gong li sat in her chair behind a big dark brown desk reading a paper. she wears a gray dress, it's just a usual dress for office lady, but my heart jumped as i saw her, "what a gal, what a gal" i thought to myself after seing her beatifull yet tender face.

There are a pair of sofa and a little white crystal table between them near the entrance, i rest myself in one of the sofa, and look around the room, i saw a painting on the wall, it's an abstract painting made of several basic geometric shape, it's a nice painting, i love it. And then i saw a small palm tree with its fresh yellow-green leaves glitters under the elegant yellow-red light of the room, and as my eyes wonders for more attractive objects i caught a silouet of man laying flat in one of the dark corners of the room, i rose up from the sofa and walked towards the man to have a better view of what he'd been doing or simply why he was there in gong li's office. Gong li suddenly stopped reading the paper and her eyes calmly observe me as i walk, standing beside the man i can see what he looks like, he's Andy Lau (a hongkong actor) laying on the floor with a face so pale it's almost blue, his eyes were opened but i couldn't see the pupils, and his mouth opened just to spill out a white disgusting foam... he's dead of poisoning !!!

Gong li rose up from her seat and approached me, while seeing Andy Lau's body with disgust and hatred in her face she said to me that she's the one who did it. Well you see, in my dream, Andy Lau is one of the bosses of that restaurant, and now that gong li had killed him (poisoned him), she became the only boss of that place. I don't feel awkward at all in seeing the body or learning that my boss had killed a man, i just thought "what a poor guy, i love some of his action movies back in junior high, and now he's dead in this disgusting condition, what a pity...". Gong Li put a sweet angelic smile on her face, went to the door and said "hey, lets celebrate, i feel like eating roasted pork", "OK" i said casually while companying her out of the room to the restaurant. All the staffs were being told to celebrate (eventhough they don't know why they must held a celebration), everybody was served with a big plate of boar (if you've read asterix you must have known what obelix's diet usually like, and this plate of boar is exactly like that), gong li feasted on a weird violet colored oil soaked pork, looks disgusting but i still love seeing her eating, she's so cute while she munch the meat in her cute little mouth, she looks at me and said "why don't you eat ?" i said "i don't eat pork, i'm a muslim".

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yesterday i bought several stuff, a speaker, a badminton racket, and a shoe. I bought an edifier speaker (not the expensive one with 2.8 million idr tag on it), a used badminton racket and a used shoe. There is a shop called "barang bekas" in bandung, they don't sell new stuff, the sell used stuff, a lot cheaper than the new one of course but still usable, a new racket cost 300 thousand idr or so, but at that shop i can have it for half the price (even less). I wanted to buy a used handcuffs and an electric guitar with an incredibly low price in barang bekas, but luckily i didn't, it would be a waste of money if i bought those stuff, i'm not a musician and not a machocist ...

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