APPOINTMENT
I did mention in my earlier posts that a friend asked me to see someone she knows, who might be able to help.
That time, my friends told me I looked like a haggard. And true enough, I felt tired and demotivated at all time, nothing was interesting anymore. To put simply, I was depressed!
Thinking that nothing worse could happen anymore than what I had experienced, I went along with the idea. I was really touched to see my friends willing to sacrifice their time, energy and gas to help me get better.
That day when I was supposed to go see this 'friend', I had a workshop which got extended til midnight. It was supposed to be until 5pm but there were so many issues to discuss, and the participants were so excited to get everything moving - all of them except me! Well, I would be excited too if I didn't have anything planned for the night. And if I understood what the issues were really about - I had just joined the company one week, and they asked me to contribute to their strategic plan. I mean come on!
Anyways, this appointment was supposed to be at 9.30pm, at a place which I'm not familiar. Considering my knack for getting lost, added with possible traffic jams, I asked to leave around 7pm (Don't even try to picture the way they looked at me when they found out I was leaving - berani nya budak baru ni cabut awal!)
I was supposed to go with two friends, but as I was leaving they called to cancel. Yeah, so much for helping out, huh? But nevermind that, I still went - couldn't take the humiliation of cancelling appointments at last minute simply because I had to go alone. And surprisingly, by God's will, I got there in less than half an hour! I thought I might take over an hour just to get to that place. Then with the traffic jam and all... and me missing turns... oh well... So I got to that area around 7.30pm (now I wonder how fast I drove that day) and had two hours to kill. As I arrived at the neighbourhood, I parked my car and stared out, not knowing what I should do for the next two hours. I wanted to drive around that place, but scared I might get lost - I don't need to remind you about my superpower at getting lost, right? Especially not with my brain tired from brainstorming sessions all day!
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And finally 9.30pm came! Phew!
I went to the place, and met this 'friend'. I found out that this friend is a traditional healer, or a bomoh. I was immediately reminded of the bomohs I've seen when I was little. "Oh no, what have I gotten myself into?" But still, I was already there, so I thought I might as well proceed. I knew I was depressed, and who knows, maybe a little of jampi can help lift my mood? No harm, right? I hoped so.
So when I got to see this bomoh, I told him I have been feeling anxious and tired all the time. He smiled and told me I have 'something' following me. That thing kind of fed on my energy - that was why I felt tired. Know what I thought at that moment? "Yeah, right.... !@#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@!" But then, he asked if I noticed that people looked uncomfortable talking to me. I said "Yeah....". I thought "They can see I'm depressed, they are uncomfortable because they don't know what to say to make me feel better". Really, the crap I have seen many years ago made me a sceptic!
BEATEN
Then he called one of his assistants, and asked me to follow her. I was asked to sit at the verandah. I followed, feeling really silly. Then suddenly, the assistant threw something at me - Hey! And that followed by covering my head and hitting my back with a stick! Lucky for her I was shocked; otherwise she would get it from me, definitely! But a least now I know how carpets feel when I put them at my balcony and beat them. But, hey, I was just cleaning the carpets…
After that I had to see the bomoh again. I was ready to see more ridiculous rituals, but I hoped in my heart I don't have to be beaten again. It really hurt, you know… ='( I was surprised though, and maybe a little disappointed, that all he did after that was asked me to bathe with some water for three days in a row. Then he said everything will be fine, don't worry "Yeah, maybe nothing was really wrong with me." But the hit really did wake me up though. And so I went home…
DREAMS
The next morning I realized I didn't dream at all. I forgot to tell, since that last bathe with the blessed water I have been having awful nightmares. Of people being tied up and tortured, fierce animals attacking me, dried corpses… Sometimes I'd wake up sweating, short of breath and wished that I don't even have to sleep again! But that night, magically, I did not dream! Yeay! I told a friend and she was happy for me, for finally being 'normal'. Fantastic!
On the third day, however, I dreamt of this guy – ok, let's call him Z. (Yikes, now I feel like Lady JK Rowling figuring out names for her Harry Potter characters. ;p ) In that dream, I saw Z putting his arm into a sack and some how he got 'sucked' inside the sack. Next I saw him again, and right in front of him was a severed head. The head was hideous – long messy hair, long beard and moustache (both messy too!), but I can still make out the features. He looked like someone from Genghis Khan era. I know, wild imagination can do so much… tsk… tsk… Then Z turned to his right, and this head also followed. I don't remember whether the head rolled or what, but it was there. And this time, the head was facing my way. Of course la I was scared, so I woke up.
And that did it. I decided to go see this bomoh guy again and ask him how on earth I'd be dreaming of that guy? And what about the severed head? Was this his doing? But then again, I could be missing that guy so much… but that didn't explain the severed head. Or maybe that was what I wanted to do to Z – pull his head off? Nah, that'd be a crime. And I'm far better than that…
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