October 28, 2014

I was in the middle of a shopping mall and trying to climb out of some kind of cage-like construction made out of metal bars. Just when I was about to step out, a small boy obstructed my path. He seemed very determined to keep me inside. Instead over climbing over or to the side, I went below and out and he was unable to catch me. People were trying to tickle me as I squeezed out of the opening.

I seemed to have lost my knife while getting out. It was a large combat knife with a slightly curved tip and a serrated side. The handle was designed to be gripped from both sides. I walked through the lost and found tables of the mall and now the boy was following me. He pointed to a small white box with a red corner. Those were my helicopter throwing blades, useful, but not what I was looking for.

I was heading to leave and the child wanted me to stay. He kept dragging me back and told me not to go. I knelt down next to him and grabbed him by the side while I looked into his eyes. I told him that I had to go, but “I had fun” while I was here. Perhaps I said it to comfort him, maybe he mistakenly thought I was leaving because I was bored.

–It was morning and I stepped into the shower. The walls of the bathroom were broken and the cold air that swept over the rice field outside came right in. I had forgotten something. I didn’t know what it was, but I was certain that my usual morning routine had gone awry.