Cowboy Chinatown

In my dreams last week, I was in a boarding school at the outskirts of some ugly college town (like Skudai or something). I always get dreams about being in school. You can't escape the trauma I guess. Nothing spectacular about the school except that when the boys had a dispute, we settled our differences by paintball. With real pistols.

The rules were simple, any 2 parties could bring up their grievances. Members were selected by the aggrieved into 2 teams. Get out to the field and bang bang, you're dead charlie. Everyone had to be involved even if you didn't care who did what to who. It was just the guy honour code thing. You know, devoting your life to a greater cause or creed and other stuff that chicks don't get.

I called for a challenge, I don't know against who or what my problems was. I just remembered in my dream that I was increasingly nervous about the prospect. I wasn't sure if it was fear of getting shot or killed or maybe it was because I thought I was going to get the entire team killed due to my incompetence.

So we walked out to the field and behind I heard a rumbling. The town was collapsing behind us, building by building. It was becoming a huge wasteland and for a moment I panicked and tried to remember if anyone I cared for was in those buildings. Then I sighed in selfish relief. I was alone in Cowboy Chinatown.