The Dream Magic Experiment

NOTE: Tibetan Meditation

An unknown place. Church nearby. Muddy. Path. Rained. The color of a rainy day. Travel. Quezon? QC? Left some stuff behind. Had to hurry and get them. CLothes, socks, bags. FOrest. Next stop. Too many. Chase. Shooting down. Plane helicopter.
Machine gun shooting. A huge tank-like thing. Arnold Schaawarngger. Banahaw path. Chase. Old woman. Corridor. Small town. Houses. Room. Small martial art master. Arnold surrendered.

Home. Cousins in Manila. Visited. A rich aunt and uncle. Incest. Polyamorous husband. Enter through the window. Pool. People swimming. Red shorts. I'm out on the living room. They're in my room, the guests. A key in the pool. A ? movie. Taft ave.

I was in Cebu. I was going to attend a business seminar. I was lost in SM City. The name changed but I didn't pay attention. I took the tricycle up the mountain, at night. I was with Cindy and Clyde, and some others. Clyde was talking about ironing his own clothes.

I was trying to practice martial art. I was suggested not to attend the monthly seminars and just attend the national conventions every four months. I had to focus instead on activities during those four months, practicing martial arts.

After one training, I was asleep on the ground, or had my eyes covered, when one (or two) of my masters stopped by. They're happy to see that I'm working hard to improve. One looks like a human raccoon, and the other looks like Akisame Koetsuji.