Lika’s Log

I dreamed I had to go visit my Aunty dem down Waianae side. She gave me instructions to their new house. I reach Waianae and turn makai where she told me. Its like I’m driving ova da ocean, I’m thinkng Key West. Wow I don’t rememba Waianae being la dis. I keep driving for a long time till the road banks mauka and I can see a whole bunch of big ass fancy smancy homes on the shore line. I’m confursed cause I’m thinking it looks like I stay Kahala, Port Lock, Diamond Head side, but really its da Waianae mountains.

I find da house I’m looking for. More confusion, look like one warehouse with floor to ceiling picture windows scattered around. I go to the front door, knock, ring the bell, and pound some more. Nobody answers. How could anybody hear the front door if they stay way in the back? I know my Aunty is home I just talked to her.

I open the door and walk in. The entry way is big as a regular living room. I start yelling, “Hui ~ NT, I’m heeeerrreeeee. hui!” Nobody answers. I walk thru the entry way that opens up into the middle of this big rectangle house. I’m like this house is kapakahi made. Da swimming pool is in the middle of da house! Patio furniture and big plants surround the pool. Overhead is a big sky light. There are walls all around with spaces that don’t have doors.

I stand in the first space with no doors and stick my head in calling for my NT. I see a kitchen, dining room, and bedroom. Nobody answers. I do this at three of entry ways, I see the same thing but with different style decor. I’m thinking how many kitchens do you need.

As I walk around, I hear my NT’s voice coming from da ada end of da building yelling, “LinG! LinG! Come down hea.” I walk down to wea da voice is coming from. I’m thinking ~ Wow long time I neva hea somebody call me LING. Dis one NT always pronounced “Lin” like “Ling”. Nobody but her called me that. Everybody pronounces Lin like Lin accept dis one NT it was always LING. Small time I use to tink as was my Pakay name especially when she says it twice in a row. It made me feel like I was related to Li Hing Mui! *L*

Anyway I find my Aunty in this big living room with great views of course. There are other women there, but she’s the only one that speaks. She’s lying on the couch, apolgizing for not getting up. She’s not feeling well. She tell me she has a really bad headache. I tell her jokingly, “Aunty you get headache cause you neva have sex as why?”

She laughs. She explains, “Ling, you know mans dey no like dried up kine belot. Dey like da young one da muscle moe strong. Even doe da old man muscle not too good”. I’m shocked and laughing. I remember her when she was 30-ish and now I’m looking at her and she could be a hundred years old but the eyes are still kolohe.

She starts telling me stories about my cousin dem. I realize she’s using nicknames only the family uses. I haven’t heard these names since hannabuttah days. Pet names. Names said with affection. Names when heard you knew exactly who was calling you. Some names she used exclusively and we all knew who she was talking about but never dared using the pet name she used. It was only for her to use.

I ask her things about the house and why is it where it is. She ignores me. I asked her “If I just go mauka from the crossroads nearest to the house won’t I get to Makua Cave or Kaena Point side. She looks at me real mean and tells me, “No go dat way, you only going hit Haole Camp no go ova deya, go back da way you came.”

Anden I woke up! Tired. Information ovaload. Trying to remember. The more I try the more I forget.

So many details. I know there was more I don’t remember. Colors? One of the dining rooms had a very red laquer dining room set, big rectangle table and 8 chairs.

Waianae side looking like Diamond Head side. Not. They wouldn’t develope that coast line like that would they. That would be so wrong. They would chance’um?

Why do I dream what I dream? Thats the question I always ask myself. Whats the message? Men only like young belots! NOT. They WISH they can have….neva mind. LOL I don’t think this was a belot message dream. Wouldn’t it be wet? nahnahnah juss kidding. *L*

I’m thinking this dream was about pet names. Yeah. That makes moe sense. Names that only two people use or something to that effect. When you hear that name you know exactly who is calling or talking. They are the only one who knows of that name, the one allowed to use it.

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