Dream Log #7
July 24, 2004

NOTE: This dream occurred in my sleep on July 22, 2004. The events are not really clear to me now, so I will just describe one part of it.
I was working at my parents� restaurant, like how I usually do now. I went into the kitchen to tell them to cook something for a customer, to go (take out). There was this mushed meat. I�m not sure what it was supposed to be at the time. It made me think of the mushed raw red tuna Sake Caf� puts on their New Orleans Roll (which is pretty darn good, by the way). My dad spread that stuff on this wooden board. He used a circular can top or something to cut out a circle of the red stuff. Then, he poured ladles and ladles full of oil on that one spot. He pushed the wooden board over an over again. (The wooden board could spin around.) It went really fast, and that circular meat thing flew into the bucket of oil. After a few seconds, it floated up, looking all bouncy and shiny and smooth and adorable. (Think flubber.) He dumped that into a wok and told me to cook it. As soon as the meat hit the walk, it turned into Kung Po Shrimp. The meat was supposed to be the shrimp, and I�m guessing the vegetables appeared out of nowhere. Then, I put that order in a large, plastic soup container.

Dream Log #6
July 24, 2004

NOTE: A few dreams occurred between the last one I recorded and this one which I'm about to record right now. This dream took place during my sleep on July 21, 2004.
So�lately in the real world, I have been watching this Chinese series. Its English name is �Not Just a Pretty Face.� The parents of Peg there are my parents in my dream. I live in this Chinatown-type place, but some of the stores there are pretty old-fashioned. There was a cult growing in the village or whatever, and at first, everyone thought the cult was good. Well, then they started crucifying people as a �reenactment� of the crucifixion or something of the sort. They ended crucifying my �dad.� And then instead of being a character of the story, I appeared in the living room of my old apartment watching the movie (which was the story) with my siblings. I said, �That�s like Stigmata.� (Stigmata is a scary movie about this girl who experiences the whole torture sequence Jesus faced.) Then, it showed my �dad� getting nailed, and I said, �Yep, totally Stigmata.� And I reappeared in the story. Then, the village obviously realizes that the cult is bad. The cult starts to kill everyone. There is one guy and a few girls who kill everyone, and it seems like they are super humans. They could do the old-fashioned-Chinese-movie-kung-fu thing. Well, both of my parents were already killed. In my dream, I remember my mother told me the only way to be saved was �to arm yourself with the word of God.� I had 3 girl friends who I traveled around the village with as people to the left and right of me are getting killed. I held a Bible, so the evil people were not able to kill me. One of my other friends held a Bible, so she was not killed either. The second friend was not, so she got taken away. (Poor girl.) We went to a shop, so my third friend could hurry up and get a Bible. Well, it happens so that an evil girl was there. The evil girl decided to be nice and let my friend buy her Bible. The store manager was a guy and had a son. My friend said, �Can I see a Bible?� The store manager handed it to her and took it back right away. He said, �There. You saw it.� She said, �Can I borrow it?� She had to pay him to let her borrow it. He took the Bible back right away. �There. You borrowed it.� She said, �Can I borrow it again?� She paid him more money. Then, before he could get it, she ran off with it. And thus, she was saved. The Bible somehow transforms into this pamphlet thing that was filled with Bible verses. Later on, we go to a movie theatre. There are still a few people alive, but constantly, there�s someone dying. The theatre belonged to the evil people, so the workers are all evil. An evil girl was talking to the owner, who was a bald guy. She said, while looking at us, �Those are the three girls.� So I knew they were planning to somehow get the word of God out of hands to kill us. My friends and I were playing one of those things where you put a quarter in and try to get a stuffed animal out of the machine. Later, when my friends went into the room to watch the movie, I stayed outside and sat on table. I knew the evils were going to try to take my Bible away, so I wrote on a sheet of paper, �For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16.� Since if one is armed with the word of God, whether a Bible or just a verse, they can not be killed. Then, it was just me and my real life friends at Friday Bible study at church. And for some reason, Compi, one of the youth leaders of my church, played the role of the evil bald guy. I remember I said something to him that was basically like, �Why did you do that?� He replied with something like, �You were just stupid� or �What are you going to do about it? You can�t stop me.� And then he got up to play the drums to the worship songs. Then, I got really upset and sat on the piano bench next to my friend Bo. He said, �Are you sad because of what he did? Or was it because he joked with you before?� In my dream, what he meant was that I trusted Compi. He jokes with me in real life, and he offers to pray for me and all. I mean, he�s the youth leader. Of course I trust him! Then in my dream, I started really crying, because I felt so betrayed.