paint balloons
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In the early hours of this morning, I started realizing what was going on in my dream. I'd just come out of the shower and was about to change into comfortable attire, powder myself, moisturize with my windows wide open (I don't have a problem with it) when I saw, in the mirror, a bunch of adolescent schoolboys in the apartments right across my room window had set up four cameras filming what appeared to be my room. I show them the finger (four fingers respond to mine) and draw the curtains close.
When I open them again, I meet a friend from primary school who is putting her laundry up at the balcony of her appartment. In reality, this friend does not exist - where I live, I know no one personally - and the nearest apartment block is across the carpark. Of course, normal laws of distance are suspended as I call her name and she balanced steadily, jumping from her block to my window and sits on the ledge while we catch up and I express my undisguised marvel at her skills. Soon, she is knocking on the window below mine - apparently another classmate from primary school lives there too. This one jumps up through air from her window to mine like she's Jackie Chan's daughter. I am surprised, amazed and jealous; how did these people learn to travel through air with such ease, almost as through they were half lizards, while I can hardly walk without tripping? Where is this world of knowledge to which I am not privy?
I tell the girls about the boys with cameras and they laugh and giggle and soon invite them over (one of them is her brother's friend or something trivial like that). From across the block, they half-walk, half-jump and glide their way to my window. Soon, there's a small gathering in my room. We laugh and joke until someone points out the menacing clouds in the distance. It looks like it's about to rain except that the sky is red, not gray. The two girls 'jump' back into their apartments. The boys put on scuba gear on their feet and glide through air. One of them dies because he miscalculates the jump from my window. No one seems very bothered.
The winds howl, shake and rattle the windows. I close them quickly. Instead of rain, huge, heavy bubbles of thick paint fall and burst against the glass. Prussian blue, crimson, yellow, green, all the colors of the universe begin to rain down in big bubbles and smear my vision. The room darkens, I cannot see outside. I run out and warn my mother excitedly. For some reason, she moves slowly so I run to close all the windows except that the wind is so strong that they rattle open after a few seconds. I begin to panic because I don't want paint in the house. The locks on the windows don't appear to be working well. The curtains slip and fly violently in the wind. The paints start to come down and I feel like everything is falling apart. After a while I let go; the curtains fly and the windows threaten to fly open but they don't. I imagine the world outside being painted with the randomness of rain, the big colored balloons floating down before exploding on some surface.
After a while of this, white balloons float down. It seems their sole purpose is to minimize the damage done, to coat everything with a fresh layer to newness. The house darkens as the windows are smeared with thick paint and I wake up.
