disappointment
riding race car
A friend and I rode a stranger's plastic super race car because we loved the car and wanted to try riding in one. But it was his first time driving in HK and he got lost in some cargo area roundabout in the airport?
favourite artist became rapist & murderer
I had a favourite artist in my dream, his art style was like graffiti art. There were a lot of his graffitis in the neighbourhood. Every day when I was walking outside I felt very happy seeing his art everywhere, it seemed like the city was becoming vibrant and alive with his art. I also collected postcards of his art too.
One day I was looking at a food stall with my dad, when I saw an auntie cleaning/ mopping some paint on the floor. A pedestrian told me a dangerous guy was wandering on the streets recently, and he would sexually assault girls he notice. The paint showed where he had been.
A slightly overweight guy walking in a sluggish gait was walking towards our direction on the street. The pedestrian said it's him. I hid behind my dad. And the overweight guy sexually harrassed my dad by walking and squeezing between him and the storefront uncomfortably tightly. I felt sorry towards my dad.
The staff cleaning the floor was quite concerned of the guy too, since apparently he would definitely assault / rape anyone who wipe away the paint he made.
Later after sunset, I was mopping the floor in another street, since I thought even if cleaning is dangerous I should wipe the paint because it was nearly cleaned and I could just wipe a few more times to make the street entirely clean.
Then the guy walked into the street and saw me. I ran towards the beach nearby but the guy caught up.
(Then I couldn't remember clearly on this part but) I think the guy attacked me (not sure sexual or not) and I was lying on the ground. Then he painted some graffiti and left. I was in despair when I realised he was my favourite artist, and all the graffiti art around me meant he had raped / sexually assaulted / killed someone on that spot. A bunch of people arrived at the beach and asked if I am okay. They (I think Vincci or Cora was there) escorted me back to the street when I fell on my knees and cried really hard. I looked at all the postcards I collected in my hands. Such pretty art but they were disgusting. But the most upsetting part for me was how the city had so much graffiti everywhere, and his art was expanding. And I felt powerless and I couldn't even erase a part of his art.
(Cried so much in the dream though I didn't cry at all or being sad when I woke up. I just felt it was such an emotionally charged dream)
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