Sonali-Liu Yifei-"revenge" from the spawns

Freud was right.

April, 14th, in the afternoon, our host family took us to a prawn fishing near Pruggle, a countryside-like place with small hills and greenery.

In the past-midnight, I was surrounded by white houses scattered on the green-covered hillside. Of course this happened in the dream.

In my dream, the weather was quite pleasant. Sunshine met rain, clouds floated in azure. No sound could be heard, not even the wind. However, the ordinary peaceful scene was just a background of a suffocating slaughter. Giant invisible pillars, stabbing throughout the heaven and earth, could kill anyone without any implications. The only things left were countless inane holes on the ground with frothy edges. Some people stabbed just disappeared with no blood. The others ran around in panic.

Freud was right. This crazy dream could mean nothing if it just came to my mind at any other time. But it represented something after the prawn.

It rained softly from the afternoon till the evening. On the way to the spawn fishing, we passed a street of greenery with various plants. The fishing process was like no other. We had not spawned before so during the first half we were just waiting for the spawns to bite the bait and the efforts were in vain. Later we found out we were supposed to hook them initiatively as soon as they open their mouth. Things started to become cruel, especially after I removed the hook on the top of the fishing pole so that we could control the pole freely. The prawns bounced in the water curling up their body swiftly in panics, trying to avoid the sharp hooks.

The bloody scene had not arrived yet. After we caught some “captured booty”, it was time to have a barbecue. The first job was to skewer the spawns (please allow me to remind you) which were still alive with sticks. One of the girls, having graduated from medicine school, demonstrated for us. she took the struggling spawn under the running water to wash it and slightly unfold its body, sticking a skewer from the point below its head, though its translucent body, to its tale. What was even more nauseating was that its claws were waving all the time.

I was truly scared but I insisted to help, though I have no idea where the bravery came or whether it just came from curiosity. After handling two “alive and kicking” poor things which sprang out of my “evil talons”, I was assisted by another brave man who held the spawn for me to sentence them to death with my “wooden sword”.

Eventually, everyone had a satisfactory meal. But I was cursed by the dead spawns which landed their grudge against me in my dream, driving my people all around like I did to them in the pool, stabbing my people with pillars like I stabbed them with sticks, leaving holes in my world like I did in their bodies, neatly, quietly, bloodlessly.

I do not think I am guilty of what I did. But my subconscious seemed to have opposite opinions. May those cuties forgive my sin, even though we had eaten them.