Dream Journal: This Charming Man
They say you tend to forget your dream within the first ten minutes of waking up. This is probably true. The idea of my dream won't quit, however. It feels like he's still watching.
My mother was not my mother -- The mother in my dream was a desperate, loud-mouthed and stupid mess, living from one cigarette pack to another. the mall food-court was our world, and we lived from one leftover meal to another. I didn't know why; it was just so.
It didn't help matters when my mother heard of a very powerful someone who was more than willing to help us out of dire straits. We would be able to talk to him when the foodcourt was completely empty, and only at particular tables.
When we met him, it didn't help that he had a horse's head. A Tikbalang in open-air daytime.
He was an incredibly charming man; my mother was hooked in an instant. He held my hand tenderly and crooned promises, writing his name and other words in alibata on the palms of my hands, the ink never bleeding. He said he would and could give anything we desired. A tattoo appeared on my inner right wrist, an incantation, with the first letters of each line spelling out the word MAHARLIKA.
I did not trust the man.
My mother was not my mother -- The mother in my dream was a desperate, loud-mouthed and stupid mess, living from one cigarette pack to another. the mall food-court was our world, and we lived from one leftover meal to another. I didn't know why; it was just so.
It didn't help matters when my mother heard of a very powerful someone who was more than willing to help us out of dire straits. We would be able to talk to him when the foodcourt was completely empty, and only at particular tables.
When we met him, it didn't help that he had a horse's head. A Tikbalang in open-air daytime.
He was an incredibly charming man; my mother was hooked in an instant. He held my hand tenderly and crooned promises, writing his name and other words in alibata on the palms of my hands, the ink never bleeding. He said he would and could give anything we desired. A tattoo appeared on my inner right wrist, an incantation, with the first letters of each line spelling out the word MAHARLIKA.
I did not trust the man.