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vivian:
somehow, i decide to take a last-minute trip with my dad to peru. i’ve been there before, so i only want to go to a couple places. we fly into cusco (unlikely in real life) and then take a bus to another city (i think trujillo) which is actually pretty far away, but i don’t experience the travel time at all. finally get there and brian [m] and angie [l] are there. brian doesn’t really talk to me very much; angie and him are holding hands. at some point, though, angie says to me, “things aren’t as they seem,” (or something along those lines) and i have no idea what she’s talking about, although i assume she’s talking about the hand-holding. fast-forward and i’m trying to go out but my dad is being overprotective as usual and not letting me, and i wonder why we even went together in the first place. worst idea ever. i suggest we rent a car and drive somewhere, but dad has business to do there and says he probably doesn’t have time for that. bleh. end up leaving and walking around by myself and look for jean-claire and whoever and find them, although they skip building we’d previously stayed in looks totally different now and is in a really grimy neighborhood. it’s nighttime.

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vivian:
i’m at a high-end department store, and there is much talk of this new kind of plastic surgery. it’s weird. sherry is talking with a representative, and there is mention of cutting LEGS down the middle. i am sickened by the thoughts. sherry mentions how jeanette got the plastic surgery and messed up her legs because she paid little mind to the price, and that she wrecklessly put the vials into her cells. i didn’t quite understand at the time, but i guess jeanette’s butt turned out good? i walk around the store and finally kinda understood what sherry was talking about. the store was largely white and there are all these demos and colorful vials. apparently the new mode of plastic surgery involves cutting open body parts, and then implanting the contents of the colorful vials — each of which do different things — into the cells of the opened body part.

i go back to where sherry was, and some rich lady joins in and explains the process to me. she gives sherry five dollars — i don’t know why — and she takes it.

later, sherry, phil, and i are walking up these carpeted stairwells. very narrow. they only go up and have no space to go down. they’re like… half stairs. the carpet is blue and is like a “runner” carpet that just goes down the center of the stairs. it looks like regular stairs but when you start to step, it’s more like two stairs per every stair… if that makes sense.

later, i’m at versailles… yes, in france. i’m approaching in some black car, sitting in the back seat section. i say, “i’ve been here before.” not sure who else is in the car with me, but it’s full. everything is very white at versailles… the color palette i mean. there is a stereotypical french costumed girl walking around, with tall, white marie antoinette type hair. some girl is mad because it’s her last week in france and she doesn’t want to be going on no art tour. not that versailles is really an art tour.

it turns into halloween. crazy costumed people are running around. my family, annie chen, tina chen, and people are there. they all seem to be content with sitting and doing nothing. i go explore. my mom is at a giant metal door and she turns the key and opens it, takes a glance in, closes it, and leaves without talking to me. looks like there are metal torture device type things in there, but they’re rusty. i try to go in through that door but two women are coming out and direct me like ten feet down to my left, to the “entrance”. i go.

as i open the door to the entrance, “scary music” comes blaring out. before i go in, i’m stopped by a man dressed up as a goblin and a woman dressed up as a goblin wench. the man is very white (not by race, by color) and keeps telling me to “look at this”, as he is unbuttoning his pants. i avoid looking at him. by the fifth time he asks, i look down, and there’s this bright red dildo sticking out of his pants, with two penises on the end of it. i don’t think those even exist??? he cackles and i go inside.

a kid is running around with a knife, going nuts. he seems mentally unstable. i wrestle the knife out of his hands. he stabs me through the hand, but i get the knife from him. i go outside and i’m bleeding. to my right is a food stand of sorts. the boy’s brother is there with a family friend boy, and he is threatening the family friend, saying the family friend caused the little brother to have a knife. i stash the knife — which now is long, skinny, and tapered on the top — on the top of a tin box which is built into the wall (kinda like a fire extinguisher). a big bulky chef comes from behind the food stand. i thought he was going to stop the boys from fighting, but no. he wants the knife. he has a nub arm — missing the front half of his arm and his hands, and he takes the knife to cut off the end of his nub. WHY. i don’t know.

somehow i’m in a hallway now. i call for help with tying a tourniquet around my hand because i mean, it’s my fucking hand that’s hurt, imma have a helluva time tying it. there are a lot of people. no one helps me. now the little boy has been stabbed too and there’s an old lady dying in an all white hallway. everyone cares about the little boy and old lady but no one cares about me. no one helps. i tell the boy’s brother that i was stabbed by the boy so he should help me, but he doesn’t. two guys are easing granny into her death. she is lying down on the floor and they are speaking with her about death. she’s wearing a grey sweater dress of sorts. i find a bulky green rag to use as a tourniquet, but no one helps me and it’s too thick to tie myself.

jenny:
i don’t know what’s up, but i’m having strange dreams. here’s another one:

first scene: i was in a public bathroom and walk out of the stall to see a guy shooting his girlfriend in the head. she’s laying on the ground, but is still talking and is acting like it doesn’t bother her. i’m shocked. she said he had to do it to get “it” out of her. some pink fungus looking stuff is flying out of her head and neck….all over the place. she had a huge-ass tumor on the back of her neck. i politely ask if i can get by and REALLY didn’t want to get any of the pink stuff on me. it was just poison.

second scene: i’m in a foreign country, something that felt like belize, with my friend marie. there’s this mystical house we want to visit so we go there with some guy. the house is empty and we walk around it, but weird things are happening in the kitchen (like cupboards opening/closing) and it definitely feels strange. we quickly leave the house and as we turn back to look at it, we notice lights are on in rooms that we didn’t turn lights on it. this guy who’s with us is really excited about the place and runs back in. we can’t get him to leave and we know that whatever is evil in that house has seduced him into staying.

we go back the next day (not sure WHY) with more people- like a tour of people. it’s daylight outside and it doesn’t feel as frightening, but we definitely don’t want to hang around after dusk. there’s a plant outside our tour guide points out. the leaves are edible and almost too sweet. (vivian’s note: jenny and i are eating this plant and are discussing how it is so sweet it makes you feel like your throat is closing up.)

we go back AGAIN the next day with one girl. she is also seduced by whatever is evil in the house and doesn’t want to leave. we have to drag her out of a darkened room and she says “no… NO! it’s still renewal!” renewal is the term for someone who’s been exposed to the evil but then is put in direct sunlight – it kills whatever was evil. anyway, she has a gross green mold looking thing growing out of her mouth and as we drag her outside, her agitation that it was still daylight turns to happiness when she realizes it’s not daylight and is a full moon instead. she says, “or maybe it’s not renewal” and gives me a creepy smile.

i shove her down a flight of stairs and we take off running through a forest to avoid her.

starting with the next dream, we should try interpreting other people’s dreams 😀 who’s up for it?!

vivian:
in china, on a rollercoaster which served as a train. one spot of it had a giant gap in it, but luckily there was enough momentum to fly over the broken spot (it was even marked off with tape). later on, though, there was not enough momentum in a different spot and we plunged into the water. it wasn’t too far up, though, so i was okay. i swam to safety and at some point got to my house and later wondered about the other people and went back to get them??