Escaping Viciousness: Dreaming in Phuket

Crossing the bridge into Phuket as scattered teasing sunrise rays glistened across the narrow waterway separating Thailand’s second largest-most populated island from the mainland at Phanga province, I felt something of a relief .

To know that the twelve hours on aboard the freezing second class bus would soon be through, and to finally escape the eleven weeks of suffocation in Bangkok since my accident brought a rush of joy through my veins to contrast with the usual and constant neurological pain surges that accompany this severe nerve injury.

Knowing that in a few weeks I’ll have to return to the boring box amidst the bubble of a bustle, a much needed recharge was timely due approaching my son’s third birthday, just shy of Thai new years holiday next week. For once, I have no reason to feel guilty skipping a few weeks of classes.

While reports have Phuket under lots of rain and drizzle over the past month, my arrival saw an uninhibited sun rise accompanied with the chirping of birds and the much needed humid whiff of tropical photosynthesis.

My son continues to amaze me with his physical and mental advances, now a healthy and fluent (at least in Thai) toddler constantly seizing attention with clever and silly phrases—for you certainly don’t want to be a naughty boy, cause then you’ll have to go visit the doctor and get a shot.

While the source seems to be one of the many silly things guardians might say to keep the little ones in check, I certainly can verify the actuality, having had to regretfully visit the hospital after doing that which I shouldn’t have…

After restless and painful travels, I was ready to sleep deep, joining my son for the midday nap. Rains would ultimately come, fueling my dreams into the weird. My latest strange dream deserves mention while it still occupies memory cells.

Running downhill as fast as I could, I was being chased. Similar to the panther chase scene in Apocalypto, there were two beings tailing me. The closer one was human suggested by his grasping of a sword, gun or something. The latter one was a large bear—fierce as a mother grizzly, hungry and roaring.

The steep hill ultimately descended into the vast sea, where I dove head in, immersing myself into the purifying and refreshing ocean. Soon, my human pursuer came to the sea and while jumping in was mangled by the bear, mostly under water I presume, for at that point, I was viewing from outside the water, safely.

As far as trying to decipher meaning, the parts of the dream may well symbolize reality. This accident behind me is chasing me, my ill will as my pursuers—a severe injury that wants to take me under wholely, and so I’ve had to run for my life. Perhaps the fortune of caring friends and family around me represent the downhill acceleration, a headstart towards the vast sanctity of the ocean.

The grizzly bear, with her salivating teeth even more vicious than the first pursuer turns out to be my savior. And perhaps, it is the viciousness or severity of my accident that has come to save my life from itself. Stay tuned…

Jao Moragoat says:

Following are more literary description of dreams demented from the first few nights back in Phuket…Sometimes only the most confusing poetry can serve confusing illogical dream description proper justice:

Packing for a trip proposed,
Packed wardrobe of colored shirts pose
Difficult choices within internal voices
A tempting dose he once had chose
Green and striped seems to be right
Yet calling storms threaten falling rights
Invoking departure’s light past fading norms

A familiar stranger of rosy blonde stature
Maintains a replaced case of classroom rapture
In plight towards the roofless learning hall
Despite forwards, pupils continue growing tall
With arms still bear, just beyond the door
he reawakens before a flash of midnight scare

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Reality game of murder demented, the culprits have been intercepted
At first he was skeptic, but no sooner it begins to get even more hectic
Mystery savior does his chore, their blood splattering beyond the door
While murder weapons waiver into the vulnerable players confide
A scathed stride and soaked red hands, for he could only have ran
For he wouldn’t have died, but like others, he soon discovers what lied
Commune making stand blurred sweat swelling from fully fed glands

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High in a skyscraper of a surreal city, something suggesting Detroit,
Sky exploits hidden beyond view of chill vivid haze of the days’ rays,
Friendly, albeit deadly gang bangers offer company untangled
The clock was ticking as most of them were gotten rid of
the plot thickens…

Upgrading to office space, the striped reptile pet loathes threat to fragile case
Beating it dead with sticks, the silence enriches a contented fix

Former education concentrates, penetrate durable cult cohesions
Questioning past time of reason versus a will that’s masks as fate
Yet from the outside smoking confides appear jungle lesions sate

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