Dreams


The bad dream:

[crying hysterically in the middle of the night]
“No ah! No ah! Chloe ate all my food!”

The good dream:

“mammi, I had a dream. I was in the swimming pool watching TV.”

Sons & wife


“mammi, you know, I have another son. One son already eat by the peacock.”

“why didn’t you save your son?”

“it was when I was a baby. I am not a baby any more. Just my son and me.
And I have a wife but she is dead. ”

“how did you wife die?”

“a lion made my wife die.”

“so the lion ate your wife?”

“no, it just make my wife die.”

“the lion killed your wife?”

“yes.”

[we are at pangkor island beach resort and the are a few peacocks that wander around freely.]