Dream Update: Even Socialist Indonesian dreams are better than real life

My immediate family was confined to our apartment in Socialist Indonesia. A curfew was imposed at 8pm because the government had to do carpet and street cleaning.


We were frightened. We were always frightened. We stayed up playing the longest game we knew of--Phase 10.

I saw a girl through her apartment bay window on the opposite side of the complex. She was beautiful and fun. I tried to get her attention for the rest of the night (without being noticed by the military patrols) to no avail.

I escaped the next morning to sing to her.

She drove away on the back of a moped.

I requisitioned my own and tried to follow through heavy traffic.

They pulled a bait-and-switch by doing tricks off of a turned over ambulance in the middle of the road. I passed them not wanting to be identified, but when I pulled back around and followed them for a few more blocks, I realized that the driver had picked up a new passenger and the girl I was following was gone.


When I realized this, I pulled off the main street and stopped at a park fair. Noelle an Phil had set up a booth and where selling deep fried turkey thighs.

They commiserated with me and handed me a leg of turkey.

I tried to think where she could have gone. Then, the idea popped into my head that maybe they weren't just playing around on top of the turned over ambulance. Maybe they were an "EMT and Family/Friend rescue operation!" The moped driver could have been the family or friend of someone in the crash who continued on to transport a victim to the hospital while the girl I was interested in could have been an EMT who stayed behind to help treat any additional victims of the crash.

I rushed back to the scene and found the beautiful girl skillfully bandaging up one of the ambulance workers.

We fell in love.

We both got jobs as paramedics at the hospital.

We spent the rest of our lives together.

And that is why I sleep-in past noon some days.