At home again and am alone. All the family members have gone out. Later as I am about to leave the house upon closing all the windows, I hear a knock on the door followed by a faint voice of a woman. I open the wooden door and I see a woman in her 40's carrying an empty straw bag and has started reaching for the biggest lemon fruit in the front yard. The sight of her stealing prods me to motion to her and tell her out loud to get only the big and the ripe ones.
She gets mad instead at my condescending request and starts mumbling derogatory expressions. I become repugnant and my face glow with disgust more than it did earlier upon seeing her face almost covered with bulging and festering blotches like she is ill with leprosy. The blotches look fresh and they look like they just popped out. For all I know, they look gross. I start to think that she might have evaded from one of the care homes somewhere and she badly needs to go to a leprosarium. I remember her taking the five biggest lemons in the yard and I kvetch telling her we need them for Christmas. I keep yelling at her but to no avail. I don't know why but I can't even lay my hands on her. Instead, she smugly proceeds to another tree picking more fruit and that turns me more indignant as if there's a smoke coming out of my ears.
I try to follow her with the attempt to quell her injustice but then she turns into a young girl, perhaps a seven-year old girl. What amazes me more is that an old man perhaps in his fifty's comes to her rescue. The man is garbed with a baroque-like costume. With him is the biggest bazooka I have ever seen. He certainly looks belligerent as he approaches me.
I chicken out trying to defend our fruit tree in the yard and I see me scampering off the scene. He, however, manages to pull the trigger off the bazooka and starts aiming at me while I am doing the chicken run. I feel the magnitude of the bazooka's trajectory on my entire body but it isn't enough to destabilize me.
Phew! I wake up alive.
This is also one of my recurrent dreams where I often see my self carrying a backpack.
The presence of my expectant dad and hopeful younger brother greet me on my arrival. They thought I'd be coming home with my mom. My dad asks me the whereabouts of my mom and I tell him I am plain clueless where she is.
Looks like they had been waiting for her as they tell me she has been missing for months. The ambiance at home is sullen. I see my dad and brother inside what seems like a constructed water reservoir or a concrete water tank. The interior has the verisimilitude of a cave. My dad and younger brother have been working on meters and meters of flexible pbc pipes. Water gushing out from each of the intertwined pipes which are connected to our house just above the cave-like structure.
Before finally getting inside the house, I sit down with my dad while putting my backpack on my lap. We start talking about the water supply in the village and he tells me that the price of water there has skyrocketed at 10 cents per bucket. I tell him it's nonsense and we start comparing the prices. I argue that a drum of water only costs 20 cents and ask why the hell they have to settle for buckets. I add that 5 cents is pretty expensive for a bucket and the simple talk turns into an argument. I manage to leave immediately and avoid igniting the argument.
The inside of the house is submerged in water. Gives me the idea that I am a fish swimming his way in and out of my room. I unpack and proceed to my parents' room to double check my mom. I see her clothes lying in bed but she is still nowhere to be found. As I swim out of the room, I see two giant janitor fishes as big as the normal size of sharks. They are inside the bed's mosquito net and they get agitated. One of them manages to bite my right leg and I scream. My brother whom I saw earlier comes to the rescue.
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