I was watching some VN artists on TV and then it switched to real-life. Nguyen Hung was cooking on a portable flat top and putting the dishes out for the people at the table in this venue. He wasn’t doing a terribly nice job, but was all smiles for the camera. It kept flipping to different “clips” that I’d “seen on YouTube” and I told my mom, look, these are the full videos of those clips we saw in the past! Apparently they do exist. Then I was watching one where it was of a smaller jungle-village with subpar modern amenities. All of the sudden, everyone was running away to hide because they were trying to capture all of the Vietnamese. I was with them. The dumb part is that most of us ran over to the storage house. I was one of the last ones in and since everyone else had taken all the hiding places, I took my place “collapsed” on the right side of the wall where the large, orange curtain/screen/gel barrier connected with the ground. I guess 2 people needed to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the others. There was no time to think about it because the enemy had arrived. Everyone was dead quiet and still. My thoughts kept turning towards my hawk and my dog, but like before, there was no time to dwell because I could hear the enemy searching. They called out to us to give up. I just lay on the ground next to the wall, my feet pressed up against the translucent barrier (at least on our side). Through it, I saw to my dismay, a woman coming up to it. She kept talking to us, telling us to give up. It was weird, though, that she couldn’t see through the thing. She pressed against it, she shoved it, she tried to push her way in (right in front of me, of course). I pushed back with all my might, but she managed to find the edge of the barrier/curtain and stuck her hand in to feel around. I swore up and down that she could see me, but she oddly could not. I had to keep my feet pressed against her continued efforts to push the barrier inwards, so I could not move, but I knew we were screwed. She felt my leg, my belly and then my boobs. As she was molesting my boob, she said, “Oh, that’s a nice boob,” as if she was confused. I guess it was warranted because I didn’t belong with the rest of the villagers who are small, thin people. Soon after, they broke their way in and everyone was captured. I was defeated and scared. I guess my defeated acting was so good, they didn’t even bother to secure my hands. I picked up the box with my hawk in it and slowly trudged to the military vans they were going to secure us in. I heard one say to the other, “Keep an eye on her lest she try to escape.” Another responded, “Nah, she won’t try anything.” I was emboldened by the first one who seemed to know who I was, and even moreso by the second one’s lack of confidence in my abilities. I waited until they had dropped their guard and then freed my hawk (which was much much bigger than they thought it was) and grabbed onto its feet. “FLY! FLY!” I yelled and it took off with me hanging on.
Now I’m at “my house.” It’s pretty much empty because I’m trying to sell it. The house itself was very narrow (longways), pressed up against a mountain with only a small, shared alley between it and the sheer mountainside. The rooms are expansive, just shallow. The neighborhood is nice. There’s one lady whom I meet at the bus stop where nice neighbors have set up couches, a large, fancy canopy and a plush floor for the kids and other residents. She is new to the area and laments that she really, really wants to buy a house there. I tell her excitedly that I’m about to put my house on the market! She says, “Really?!” and I say, yah! Cue my uncle who also wants to buy my house. I take him on a tour of the place and tell him that it’s too big for me, because I only use the office, the bedroom and the kitchen. You can see him planning where he’d put his stuff. He starts telling me that other houses close by are bigger and I say, yeah, but I like it small. I go on to explain that I was going to replace the carpet with hardwood, but I didn’t have enough time. That’s when I notice the large damage in the wall. He doesn’t, busy planning to have floor installers come in and replace things. I nod and smile and try to figure out how I’m going to repair the wall.
Then I wake up.