A Disgusting and Macabre Chinese Journey.

Do people blog about disgusting and macabre dreams? I don’t know. Here is something to cheer you up! My next book titled “Merchant of Macabre Dreams” is ready for writing. All I need is someone with the heart of little Alice, ready to be awed and terrified, someone who can’t get up alone in the night for a wee. Curious? Dial M for Macabre Dreams.

Do people blog about disgusting and macabre dreams? I don’t know. Here is something to cheer you up! My next book titled “Merchant of Macabre Dreams” is ready for writing. All I need is someone with the heart of little Alice, ready to be awed and terrified, someone who can’t get up alone in the night for a wee. Curious? Dial M for Macabre Dreams.

It is really huge and crowded. I am inside some sort of a rail terminal with huge rounded roof but all very dark inside, amidst milling crowd of being who resemblance humans. Don’t know if I am coming or going. Where to? Where from? No idea. Well, perhaps not much to write home about a dream. After all Chinese rail stations must be really crowded like anywhere in the world.
This is intriguing. I must be in a star hotel, in a lobby with high ceiling, heavily ornate wooden panels all around, smartly dressed hotel staff busily busying around amidst huge plants, greenery and fountains. Nothing unusual except I have no idea about which one it was. I have never stayed in a Chinese hotel or been to China.
This is the disgusting part. I am searching for something frantically. Though I feel being in a room I can still see the hotel staff and greenery around me. I am pulling off empty draws one after the other for whatever I was searching. Now you won’t believe this. Suddenly, I am reliving myself in one of the draws I just pulled out. I can’t believe it either. My very own s*** in a clean white draw with some of the hotel staff around me looking at it. I can’t think of or remember their expression. Some of the girls were definitely giggling.
This is where it gets really exciting! I am in a bath room, standing under a really lavish warm shower. I look up and realise that there is no shower head. In fact the shower is pouring across from bath room next to mine, over a frosted glass wall. Suddenly, I notice through the glass the outlines of what looked like a female human body, covered in lather. Wow! Am I not lucky for a bonus gift from the hotel?
Well, not exactly. Suddenly the shower recedes and the body reaches out for a towel and wipe to reveal, what was more likely a male figure. Not very exciting, at least for me!
This is the macabre bit. All I know is that I am running down a hill leaving the tall building of the hotel amidst a lot of others, from a silhouette which looked like a busy down town. I have jumped inside a waiting bus. Now I look for an empty seat. This is where it gets really horrible. All I can see are strange human bodies with huge disfigured faces with waves of massive yellow wrinkles. Quite frightening! I move from body to body trying to jump out of the bus, with no success. Frankly there was nothing Chinese about this nerve shacking experience.
Perhaps my dream has very scientific explanation. I don’t know. May be some one can throw some light.

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