Dreams in Pieces
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a. Giving Birth to Poems
She read poem after poem at night, feeling her lust and orgasms between the lines. When woke up the next day, she found herself pregnant. She wanted to make sure which poem she read last night had caused her pregnancy.
Last night, she had read poems by Márquez, Bolaño and Borges. She investigated one by one, finally found that the baby was fathered by a poem written in horizontal form by Borges that disguised as a novel.
She had read last night the Borges in his youth, in his middle age, and in his old age, and she wanted to make sure that it was the life force and philosophy of which period that had impregnated her.
She loved the Borges in his old age, so she aborted all the fetuses that came from other periods of Borges. And in the nights followed, she repeatedly read the old Borges, hoping that he would impregnate her again. Yet in his poems, drawing on the vitality and sexual functions of the old age, she who entered a state of arousal, could never reach an orgasm.
Trying to help the old Borges regain his fertility, she started to rewrite the old Borges' poems, adding her own desires and life into them.
When the poems were completed, she found that her womb was gone. A child behind her was grabbing the hem of her garment.
Pregnancy and giving birth, if the essence is creation, can be accomplished without a womb.
b. Grandma's Palm
Grandma had her vagina in her palm, and every night when the bedtime story was over, she would use her hand with the vagina to close my eyes. When I closed my eyes, I saw the first sight of my ancestors when they were born.
I saw the movements of mountains and rivers, the tides rose and fell, fell and rose. Inside the vaginas of my ancestors, I watched the moon became dim or bright, wax or wane, near or far. It was my head that was born first, and every time when I tried to reach a hand out of the vagina, the dream always broke here. In the dreams, I was always the baby who had just stuck her head out.
Once in my dream, there were no mountains, no rivers, no moon and oceans. I saw the blood-colored sky split into two, a bright light coming through, and a God’s hand reaching out to me through the slit in the sky. I never dreamed again ever since.
c. Grandfather's Clock
She had a dream, in which she and her grandfather were standing on a clock, and he was holding her in his arms. The second hand rotated against the clock face, and with each revolution, a part of her grandfather was cut off from his feet. Grandfather got cut shorter and shorter, gradually only the hands holding her were left, high in the air. The moment before grandfather's hands were cut off by the second hand, he placed her on top of the second hand. She lived on forever since then holding the second hand.
d. Precognitive Dreams of the Goddess
This tribe believed that pre-menarcheal girls were mystically connected to space and time, and their dreams were linked to the consciousness of God.
They did not become a true human until menarche. And the first drop of blood that was shed then was when the umbilical cord was severed from God.
Perhaps due to the expressive ability in their childhood, the girls were often ambiguous when narrating their dreams, and a large number of unrelated images were stacked together. For example, "dead wood dancing" referred to the attacks from troops of hostile tribes, and "cat's ears floating in the sky" referred to a coming hurricane.
While she could accurately recount her dreams: "From the banyan tree in front of the patriarch's house, walk 15 mothers' lengths towards the sun's location during a total solar eclipse, one could dig up the ritual tools left by the gods." The tribe worshiped her as a goddess and believed with no doubt that the consciousness of the goddess was guarding the whole tribe.
When she was ten years old, the patriarch summoned her to his home, took away her womb and all her sexual organs; she would never have her menarche. Since then, she had lived between void and existence. Every particle of her body was existing both in the consciousness of God and in the human world every second. She was exhausted from the tearing between the two dimensions. She begged and cried to her childhood friend.
When the next total solar eclipse came, her friend assassinated the patriarch, wrung out every drop of blood from his body and sprinkled it over every dying inch of the goddess.
The goddess thanked her friend. And then, the blood all over her body became burning flames, turned the goddess into ashes.
e. The Serpent
God decreed to abolish the serpent, who was then buried under seven layers of the earth's crust and put to the most brutal punishment throughout the Triassic, Jurassic and Cretaceous periods.
Her epidermis was eroded layer by layer, and all the intertwined bloody esophagi in her body were thus freed, moving like serpents, slithering and corroding the inner core of the earth.
Every time the moss on the earth's surface grew by one micrometer, thousands of meters of mud layers in the earth's crust were pierced by her growing esophagi and produced countless holes, like an ever-expanding honeycomb. So, when the first serpent poked out of the soil, branched countless times into the shape of a tree, and surging towards the sky where God was, the earth was already occupied by her from the inside out.
Plants are a universal symbol, the most basic and most misunderstood form of life.
f. Ovarian Follicle
The Womb Paradise is a sea of colorful ova, and the bubbles encapsulate the face of each of your ancestors.
Her monthly ovulation is a gradual forgetting of history.
With a stream of your father's semen as needle and thread, you string the remaining tens of thousands of her ova into a necklace, clenching the thread and rushing out of the narrow gate.
The deep sea behind the door fills all your tubes, and before drowning, you hear your ancestors murmuring in your ear canals.
The scattered ova necklaces float up into tens of thousands of colorful balloons, pulling the entire sea to the sky.
Born, you lie in a mass of corals and breathe.
Author: Hai Xin (海辛), an experimental filmmaker who left medical industry and became a proud artist, supports her three cats by digital humans and virtual production. She is the creator of the following proud works: experimental film Abortion Mary, stage drama My Vagina is in the Color of My Belly, book Dreams in Pieces (實驗電影《Abortion Mary》 、話劇《我的陰道是我肚皮的顏色》、書籍《夢境碎件》). As a child, she idolized Eiichiro Oda, but later found out that her soul mate was Tatsuki Fujimoto. Although her idols are both cartoonists, she does not draw cartoons herself.