Chinese mafia dreams
Jan. 6th, 2006 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elabyI had very bizarre dreams last night. I'm not going to bother to go into the one where I'm supposed to be in a play in five minutes and I don't know my lines, because I dream that so often that it's getting really old. The other one was longer and more interesting, anyway.
So, in this dream, I'm not quite sure who I was, but I had just gotten off a plane which I had stowed away on. The whole dream took place in this huge complex of connected buildings, like an airport (it possibly was the airport). I was trying to get into the country, so I told the people at the desk that I was a friend of *insert Chinese mafia boss's name, which I couldn't even pronounce right in the dream, here*. They checked the flight roster and said I wasn't on it, but I pointed to a random name and said that he was my half-brother and I stowed away from Vietnam in order to follow him to America (?). Because I said I was a friend of the mafia boss, they let me through. I knew that he would find out, though, and since I didn't actually know him, he'd kill me. So I went to these secret police people in the airport to try to get them to help me.
Saitou was one of them, but a whole lot of damn help HE was. Anyway, the old guy who was the leader said he would give me sanctuary, but I would have to stay with them forever. This didn't apparently bother me. So he gave me a big shiny gun and taught me how to use it, and every so often we'd get attacked by rival gangs and other mafia type people and have to have a shootout. At one point, I'd been sleeping on the floor and they showed up and one gigantic guy was about to shoot me, but somebody shot him before he could (while I was still trying to find my gun in my jacket). By this time, I knew how to use one, so I helped the other people kill off the rest of the attackers.
This sort of life continued for years and years, and apparently the Chinese mafia boss decided that I wasn't worth the trouble. But in the meantime, I had somehow pissed off Niska (OMFG. Yes, the one from Firefly. THAT Niska.) Very bad. And so we all had to move from one end of the airport to the other, going in elevators and things and trying to keep out of the way of the people who were looking for me. I was so terrified at one point that when a group of teenagers came around a corner and one reached into his jacket, I shot him >_< That was disturbing. So then the secret police chief brought me into the elevator and supposedly to the place where I was going to be safe, but then I realized that he was actually bringing me to Niska. He was turning me over so that Niska would leave the rest of them alone. Naturally, I was even more terrified then, but once Niska took me, it became apparent that he was going to marry me off to one of his underlings/family. There were other women there who had been taken for marriage as well. And all I had to do was be utterly complacent and agree to everything they said, and wear nice dresses and act like a mafia member's wife. Which was not much, but was better than being tortured to death.
O.o;; I was REALLY REALLY glad to wake up from that one.
So, in this dream, I'm not quite sure who I was, but I had just gotten off a plane which I had stowed away on. The whole dream took place in this huge complex of connected buildings, like an airport (it possibly was the airport). I was trying to get into the country, so I told the people at the desk that I was a friend of *insert Chinese mafia boss's name, which I couldn't even pronounce right in the dream, here*. They checked the flight roster and said I wasn't on it, but I pointed to a random name and said that he was my half-brother and I stowed away from Vietnam in order to follow him to America (?). Because I said I was a friend of the mafia boss, they let me through. I knew that he would find out, though, and since I didn't actually know him, he'd kill me. So I went to these secret police people in the airport to try to get them to help me.
Saitou was one of them, but a whole lot of damn help HE was. Anyway, the old guy who was the leader said he would give me sanctuary, but I would have to stay with them forever. This didn't apparently bother me. So he gave me a big shiny gun and taught me how to use it, and every so often we'd get attacked by rival gangs and other mafia type people and have to have a shootout. At one point, I'd been sleeping on the floor and they showed up and one gigantic guy was about to shoot me, but somebody shot him before he could (while I was still trying to find my gun in my jacket). By this time, I knew how to use one, so I helped the other people kill off the rest of the attackers.
This sort of life continued for years and years, and apparently the Chinese mafia boss decided that I wasn't worth the trouble. But in the meantime, I had somehow pissed off Niska (OMFG. Yes, the one from Firefly. THAT Niska.) Very bad. And so we all had to move from one end of the airport to the other, going in elevators and things and trying to keep out of the way of the people who were looking for me. I was so terrified at one point that when a group of teenagers came around a corner and one reached into his jacket, I shot him >_< That was disturbing. So then the secret police chief brought me into the elevator and supposedly to the place where I was going to be safe, but then I realized that he was actually bringing me to Niska. He was turning me over so that Niska would leave the rest of them alone. Naturally, I was even more terrified then, but once Niska took me, it became apparent that he was going to marry me off to one of his underlings/family. There were other women there who had been taken for marriage as well. And all I had to do was be utterly complacent and agree to everything they said, and wear nice dresses and act like a mafia member's wife. Which was not much, but was better than being tortured to death.
O.o;; I was REALLY REALLY glad to wake up from that one.
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Date: 2006-01-06 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-06 06:27 pm (UTC)so I told the people at the desk that I was a friend of *insert Chinese mafia boss's name, which I couldn't even pronounce right in the dream, here*.
My first thought was "Enishi?", or "Vicious?" but I picture this guy looking more like Mao from Cowboy Bebop.
Saitou was one of them, but a whole lot of damn help HE was.
*chokes and dies* Did you expect otherwise?
But in the meantime, I had somehow pissed off Niska (OMFG. Yes, the one from Firefly. THAT Niska.) Very bad.
Eeks! Jeezus. Yes, very, very bad.
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Date: 2006-01-06 07:09 pm (UTC)HAH! I only wish it he had looked like Enishi or Vicious ^_^ Yeah, he did look a lot like Mao. Old and bald.
*chokes and dies* Did you expect otherwise?
Well, I was a helpless little Vietnamese girl! I would've thought he'd do SOMEthing. Jerk. *grins*