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In my quest for the creepies, Vern, directed me toward this Japanese ghost-summoning ritual called "One Man Hide and Seek" which involves rice, a straw doll, and a TV set as a means of determining one's success in actually summoning something.

Eventually it led me to this account (with pictures!) by people who tried it.

Anyway, this ritual seems like potent shit, but that's not the point of this post (although I also really want to creep out my flist, so it's like two birds with one stone!). It just reminded me of a really strange dream I had a few years ago (it's not so much scary but it's rather eerie and yet funny). When my dreams have enough of a plot and are strange enough, I remember them for a really long time.

So, in my dream, I'm with this guy and we're walking around a neighborhood and going in and out of people's houses without any explanation or even asking any permission, and yet the people who lived in the houses just let us in and would occasionally speak to us. This nameless guy told me that he was the guardian of the plane between the world of the living and the world of the dead, and his brother, who was supposed to be in the world of the living, had accidentally switched places with him and he wanted to get them both back to the places where they belonged. Nameless Guardian is a really pretty boy (lol) and I think I was only with him because his brother was a friend of mine.

Anyway, we would go from one house to another and in each one he would take all the rice. Like, every grain of rice, both raw and cooked. At one point, he was even intently scraping all the rice out of a rice cooker while I chatted with the homeowner. I have no idea what he did with the rice and where it all went, but eventually, we stopped going around and settled in front of a TV to watch something. As we were watching, things seemed to shift and there were some crazy swirls for a while that was kind of like being inside a Van Gogh painting. Eventually, everything settled down and the Nameless Guardian announced that we were in the plane between the world of the living and the world of the dead.

And we were indeed in the plane. A plane. Actually, it was an AIRPLANE. At this point I woke up.

There's no point or ending, lol, and yeah, I have odd dreams, I guess? They're usually kind of unsettling, but there's always ALWAYS something in them that's oddly funny. Like the time I was supposed to save the world but, in order to fly, I had to stand inside an expandable envelope. Or the time when I dreamed I was in Japan and this colleague of mine that I disliked had an accident and broke his leg and we put him in an old dilapidated hospital where the doctor told him "Oh yeah, there's no call button in here so if something goes wrong, you'll just have to scream your head off to get the nurse's attention. Fufufu." And when I went outside, they had jeepneys and barbecue stands and a chicharon vendor. In what was supposed to be Japan.

Even my subconscious has a warped/cracky sense of humor.

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