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_pc_another_cute_zombie_by_anime_games15-d41vpq3Matthew Thomas, Kyoto

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Dream: I am scheduled to compete in the world wiffle ball championship match against the Chinese national team.  I am batting second.  The game takes place in a large indoor hall with rafters, etc.  The pitcher is a regular looking Chinese man in his early 20s.  No audience is technically visible, but there is a lot of light on the situation.  I am somewhat nervous.  Before the first batter steps up to the plate, I sneak into the bathroom, taking an artificially long time to avoid having to bat.  However, I sense that the game is waiting for me, and eventually return to the field of play.

Shift scenes, and I am still competing in the wiffle ball championship but now instead of a large open space I am batting across a table like a ping pong table.  There is about 5 feet between me and where the pitcher will stand.  There is no pitcher.  I swing my bat and try to look composed.  From the far end of the hall, a new pitcher emerges.  He is clearly Chinese, but his face is swaddled in bandages.  He wears a grey cloth cap with ear flaps.  What little of his face is visible is snowy white.  He is a zombie.

The new pitcher is flanked by military men who prop him up to some degree.  It is clear that he had been disinterred only for this occasion.  Grey from head to toe.  He takes his place across the table, but before the first pitch one of the military escorts tells me that the pitcher wishes for me to kiss him.  This seems like an unnecessary form of gamesmanship, but not wanting to offend I agree.  The pitcher rounds the table and raises his left arm high in the air.  He is wearing a grey T-shirt.  The area where I am supposed to kiss turns out to be a kind of bumpy lymph node.  It is fully revolting.

Two hecklers behind me suggest that the lymph node is coated with cyanide.  I try to ignore this suggestion, feeling that this is simply more gamesmanship.  The zombie pitcher lines up to pitch.  I dig in and focus.  The pitch comes, and I hit it toward center field.  Suddenly, the zombie transforms himself into the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.  She is also Chinese, but an archetype of all women.  She fields the ball herself and tries to tag me out as I reach for second base. Too late, and I double.  But, she clearly could have tagged me if she wanted to–this is clear to both she and I.  Nonetheless, I am relieved.  I’ll take the double.  The zombie is nowhere to be seen, but a sense of unease lingers.  The archetypal female is also the zombie.  This is unsettling.  People are looking at me as if in expectation of some kind of comment.  I have nothing to say.

Impressions: The lingering image from the dream is the grey cloth cap and the white face.  The zombie is both terrifyingly composed and also a little pitiable as he clearly serves such a narrow function for the glory of the state.  And, I doubled off of him/her.

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