There's something horrifying yet very entertaining about being the centre of a dream where the sole purpose of everyone else was to kill you or kill the things that are trying to kill you. I just had a dream like that.

The things that were trying to kill me were a cross between bloodsuckers and undead that could possess hosts; the location was a mix between a beachy-looking shack with a nice veranda that looks like a curbside and is found deep within a kampung area... We'll call it the Sanctuary. During the day we have the most awesome barbecues and at night we all go into the house and not leave until dawn because there are stuff out there that want to kill us/me.

Also, as if to point that my subconscious thinks I'm SO special, these things need to kill me so that they can either finally rest in peace or conquer the world -- I forgot which. The most prominent ones were hot and mostly men. Argh?

The Sanctuary was safe because these creatures could not enter if they had the intention to kill any of the inhabitants so there were a few friends-turned-monster come in to say sorry and go kill themselves. I had to be all against the house-mother when she said that outside was dangerous. Early on, I almost got killed... Twice... But I'm pretty good at escaping. A ranger/cop in a pick-up came to my rescue! I just wished a few of my bloke friends would stop being on the definitive line between love and trying to kill me, too.

Lots and lots of other details I'm omitting because I'm forgetting and according to some online sources, when you dream of being hunted it means you're running away from your problems. So... my problem is hot guys? The hilarity.

On another note, I actually enjoyed that dream even though a few seconds before I woke up I was sprawled on the floor covered in the blood of my fellows, cold, sad and was about to be devoured -- no double entendres -- by that one really hot dude. Yeas, kinda morbid.

Back to Bali think-backs...

1. Sticking your hand in a sea anemone which was supposed to be harmless if not for the fact that you're the dungu that left your hand in for a bit too long it was about to be digested. Right hand felt like I cut chili api and smothered it all over the hand for the whole day... I have battul-scars!

2. Going to a dive site surrounded by divers and equipment and feeling like you finally belong. "I'm one of you!"

3. Being on a wheelchair carried around over steps by good looking men makes you feel like the Empress of the Universe. Diving people are really nice to one another.

4. How funny it is to see two people who aren't English speaking natives make fun of each other because the other doesn't speak English properly.

5. Being underwater makes it very hard to interpret hand signals when it's done in order of 'go up-veer right-stay this level'... I think we should all learn sign language.

6. When you're in the water with full diving gear on, the chances of me recognising you if I didn't go into the water with you is very slim. Stop waving at me, you're freaking me out. I don't know who you are so I'll just wave and smile with a cocked eyebrow under the mask. That said, I'm pretty sure you were the really hot dude who helped me with my wheelchair. But, still, stop waving and giving me the 'okay' sign.

7. Boasting that you're the most authentic steakhouse in Jimbaran means that I shouldn't be disappointed but I was because you ruined what would have been a delicious Black Angus. Bad Karma Hotel Steakhouse. BAD, BAD!

(tbc.)

Next up is Advanced Open Water. HEEEEHEHEHEEHHE...