  Strange Dream: It all began in the Reclaimed Area of Manila where there was this dark tower multi-purpose building. Me and my partner, this tall and familiar looking girl were at a comic convection. I was judge, despite that it was featuring manga which I was very critical with. Well me and my partner (whose name escapes me) have been around the longest time. She was like my assistant the despite the fact that she earns more money than me and being better off. (an established piece of information in the dream. It was a strange place as booths of various artists and manga publishers showcased their works and I critiqued them to almost a painful barrage.
I felt very professional and important… then somehow these arrangements are all making sense. There were many fans, as it was both a family affair and a geeky one. Sometimes children get separated with their parents and I keep a good eye on them till someone unsuspicious looking picks them up (a real habit of mine). My partner and I have a strange relationship, she is like Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock in “two weeks notice”.
I was the popular artist and she was my successful and spazzed –out producer. She had this retard for a crush (I don’t know why? But I bet its true in some cases in the real world). We both stalked him into a massage parlor where there was a menu written: small (fixed amount), rounded or voluptuous (fixed amount), and tall (fixed amount). Special talents cost double of the fixed amount. She wanted to look but I peeked a head of her and told her not to.
She didn’t anyway and thought the image in her head may not be as bad so she left. I drove her home only to stop when news in the radio was talking about a litter girl abducted during the comic convention. I stopped and realized she could be this litter girl wandering around that I noticed. I began to drive back, with my partner telling her what I noticed. As I got there the judging continued and some show off critics (artist wanabees but never cut it) were trying to dazzle the audience with confusing statement.
I hated that and proceeded to talk in plain words to the audience where they drank my words and let it fill their heads. The Critics were pissed at me. While I did this my partner was looking through rooms and manage to climb up this dangerous height were some kids slid from breaking their legs. I climbed up with her and looked down at the scene. It all came rushing to me: where I saw the girl, where she was picked up, and which is the shortest and direct rout for an escape outside, as well as why some of the stalls hid the exit and the floor plan was made out that it was easy for children to separate and some one can have their pick of the litter. It bothered me why some one would intentionally do this. I met with the arrangers, some provincial businessmen and artists who share my inspiration.
My detective ability was incredible for me… cause it was like a game and I was one of my favorite characters: a detective. So we both left, trying to remember who was in charge of what. In my hurry I slid down, to the anger of the guards. The last few kids broke their legs. I used the tail ends of my polo to slow my decent. My assistant did the same… and so did so many other people after seeing me walk out of there alive and running to my car.
We began to drive. She made some calls and we found the house… but it was too obvious. It was in a crowded area in salcedo and someone would have seen something. A person that crafty, having arranged the exhibit a certain way would have done similarly to cover his tracks. So I got a list of his properties and businesses. Living in the town for the longest time, It took my the whole bustling night to deduce it to this small out of the way apartment with private parking and sides street entrances. I went in by foot… so did my partner. She came following me and when we got into the place, the door handle was out of shape that I could quietly twist it open despite the lock. We crept in, with floor boards creaking I told her to stay at the edges where the wall supports more of the floor to avoid the noise. We did so and found the girl tied up and the guy. I pounced him and told my partner to get the girl out.
They were running out when the door opened with 2 other men appeared and they pounced me. I hammered my fist at them feeling battered meat but it didn’t stop them from pinning me down. I wriggled free and ran, as an athlete I easily out ran an average people and so did I out run these guys, running into the streets and taking my partner with me in a public area where the police soon arrived.
The guy cursed at me and shouted. He said when he gets out he’ll kill me. I told him that won’t be till another 20 years by then I would have had a kid who can track him down and whupp his ass for another 20 more years. My partner looked at me funny, cause I had my arm around her snuggly and we were both so happy: resulting to the optimistic reply. “I didn’t mean me and you!” looking at her obviously I didn’t know if I was lying to my self. She just laughed and we went home. I woke up and blabbed it all to candy who founding it odd as it made some sense for a dream… I did too. More stuff happened in the dream. It was exploring my relationship with my partner. It was weird and confusing. But this was the gist of the scene. It was strange cause, all the clues were about design and psychology of how people reacted to it- something I was an expert of in the dream. 
