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Imi was born and raised in Europe, Hungary. After finishing his school years, he moved to Canada to search for a better life. He lived in Toronto for 13 years and currently resides in Vancouver. He is a romantic at heart with a strong desire to always do the right thing. He would like to give hope to the Chinese and Asian ladies with his story and send a message that love eventually finds everybody.
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Autumn in Guilin 桂林 * 秋日 Part 3 - Awakening From my Nightmare 梦醒    

By Imi
1767 Views | 3 Comments | 4/11/2016 1:48:49 PM

The lawnmower had gotten me and flattened me onto the ground. The razor-sharp blades cut into my flesh, and an insanely unbearable pain blocked the deafening noise out of my ears. I could hear nothing else but the bawls that I gave out when the blades turned me into a braying chunk of meat. The pain was just too overwhelming. It tested my threshold in waves like an angry sea tests the rocky shoreline. I couldn't bear it for too long. I just wanted to die—drown right there—in the waves of agony, as soon as possible.



From one moment to the other, I gave up the fight. The chopper's belly had dwindled into a watery yellow mass before my eyes closed shut.



Strangely enough, even though I felt closing my eyes shut, they weren't closed at all. They had just blinked a long second, as a slide projector does when it changes the slides, and then I began gazing up at a white and cracky ceiling in the gloom. I felt no pain. There was no lawnmower, no helicopter, and my legs were where they were supposed to be. My agony stopped screaming in my ears. The maddening noise, however, followed me to wherever I ended up. Heaven or hell? It was hard to tell because I was afraid to move and look around, let alone to blink. I thought if I did blink, the projector might change the slide, and everything would have slung back to the freak show.



After a minute or two of lying motionless, my eyes had had enough of staring at the ceiling in the gloom, and I started to search for the origin of that infuriating noise.



It came from the right side and slightly above me, close to the ceiling. Without turning my head, I rolled my eyes as far as I could into the corners of their sockets. My right eye was actually able to catch a blurry oblong shape in the small beam of light that slanted in through a tiny gap between what appeared to be two drapes of blinds in the dark. My left eye was completely useless. It saw only the dark shape of my nose, so I closed it. As I did that, in a split second, the long, blurry square shape became clearer to my right eye. It wasn't a helicopter nor a lawnmower what was making that terrible noise. It was a freaking air conditioner, displaying a shining 23 in green, florescent numbers, what had made that noise and blown cold air onto my face while I was asleep.



Bit by bit, my conscience started to arrive to the mitigating realization of what was going on, after the terrible nightmare had released its bloody grip on me. I turned my head and began to recognize my surroundings. I was in a hotel room in Guilin, and Janessa was sound asleep beside me.



After another couple of minutes of surveying the room, I uncovered myself and sat on the edge of the bed. The first thing I did was to switch off the noisy air conditioner. I placed its remote control on the side table next to Misery by Stephen King and promised myself never to read it at night after a hearty dinner again.



The room was finally quiet. I only heard Janessa's soft, regular breathing from behind. I looked at her calm face, and wondered, how she had been capable of sleeping so peacefully in that terrible noise while I was dying next to her, probably even screaming in my dream.



As an afterthought, I thought it was better she didn't hear anything. It could have disappointed her see a 200-lb white man next to her scream like a little girl in his sleep.



Usually, women are better sleepers than men, I thought after standing up and carefully advancing in the gloom toward the bathroom to wash the fright off my face. They sleep deep like cats do, and men sleep light like dogs do. Or maybe not.



And that was the furthest my abused mind could get on the subject before I glanced in the mirror. I was shocked by what I saw. The skin on my face sagged. My eyes were bloodshot. They sat deep and were shaded by the remainder of my horror. The bags under them must have carried at least a thousand vainly counted sheep each since I'd boarded the plane in Canada. I wondered how many slices of cucumber—or whatever vegetable the women use nowadays—I would have needed in the morning to empty those bags.



“Now, you're thinking just like a woman after that nightmare,” I said to my reflection. “Wash your face, and go back to bed. The bags will disappear by the morning.”



After giving my face a good cold wash, I went back to bed. I laid down, and instantly, a shiver shook me. It ran down my spine all the way to my toes and from there back to the top of my head as popcorn-sized goosebumps cheered it on its way. Apparently, my nightmare had left a huge stain of sweat on the bedsheet. It had cooled down while I was in the bathroom, and now it felt very uncomfortable on my back. I could do nothing about it at the moment, so I covered myself with the blanket, closed my eyes, and hoped to get a couple of hours of sleep before dawn.



I had no idea how many minutes must have passed after I had closed my eyes, but before long, I heard Janessa stir beside me.



Does she feel uncomfortable, sleeping on a dry bedsheet? I thought and then, in the next second, I felt her climb over me. Her body drooping to mine, she reached for something on the side table. To my horror, she grabbed the remote control and started the rowdy air conditioner again. On her way back, with her eyes half-closed, she gave me a peck on my lips and nestled back on her side of the bed with a cute, little smile and a satisfied sigh.



The entire act—to turn the noisy air conditioner on—must have taken only five seconds for Janessa, but it wasn't nearly short enough time to not vivify all the memories of my nightmare. I lay in bed, once again in the noise, on a sweat-soaked bedsheet—as an extra courtesy of my bad dream—sticking and getting even colder on my back as the air conditioner blew its icy breath into my face. I looked at Janessa dubiously.



Does she want me to freeze to death or just to hear me scream in my dream? It must be the first because I can't sleep in this noise. Her side of the bed looked so warm and inviting. I'm just like an old, fallen tree trunk lying beside her, protecting her tiny body from this wind-spewing one-eyed monster.



I propped up on the bed, grabbed the remote control, and sharpened the monster's eye to 27. Its breath still felt cold on my skin, but I didn't want to turn it off because I was afraid if I did, it might have woken Janessa up again if she didn't hear her lullaby rattling in her ears. After ensuring that I hadn't woken her up with my fidgeting, I grabbed my phone from the night table, thinking to record all of these things while they were fresh in my mind



By the time my eyes wandered away from the screen of the phone, it was almost seven o'clock in the morning. The blinds had to work harder against the invading light, and my sleep-deprived eyes against my fatigue.



Despite my weariness, I was truly happy for staying up and writing all night, owing to the fact that the last vestiges of my nightmare completely vanished from my memory as I made the last period. Beaming a pleased and satisfied grin, I closed my cell phone and glanced at Janessa beside me. My fingers started gently caressing her face, whereupon she began to stir.



“Baby,” she said in a voice that was still slightly tinged of sleep. “Why don't you sleep?”



“Why—?” I've just written over two-thousand reasons for why. Where should I start? I thought but then said, “Because I'm hungry.



“Oh. What time is it?”



“It's almost seven o'clock.”



“Okay,” Janessa said, “we could eat downstairs in the hotel, but I think the food's not that good there, or we could go and find a restaurant nearby that's already open.”



“No, Baby, I'm still digesting the dinner from last night. What I meant was. . . I'm hungry for you,” I said, then cleared her eye of an unruly tress, lowered my head, and began to stalk her lips for a kiss.



She pushed me away. “Let me brush my teeth and take a shower first, okay?” she said. Then she quickly got up, escaping my arms that got frozen in a spastic embrace in the air.



“Okay,” I said, and my eyes followed her sexy body all the way to the bathroom door where she turned around and checked my lustful glances before she opened the door. After she had disappeared behind it, the desire in my eyes was blown out in a second by exhaustion like birthday candles by a kid's saliva-spraying blow. My head dropped onto Janessa's pillow, and my lips twisted into a deformed pout on it before I closed my eyes.



After a few stupefied minutes, the first thought that was able to conquer my overwhelming weariness was that, I don't want to lose this woman.



I had lost Lily due to many things but mostly because we were different and didn't have the same plan for our relationship. After her, I lost Jasmine because she read the story My Love for Lily and expected me to be crazier about her than I had ever been about Lily, which, of course, I couldn't because I felt as though I was constantly under a microscope. After examining me for nine months, Jasmine concluded that I was a disappointment and I wasn't the man she had thought I was.



I was disappointed with myself, too. I couldn't find a reasonable way to explain to her that she needed to forget Lily and my past if she really wanted to give us a chance in the present. She couldn't forget my past, and the fights turned into endless battles. After nine months, our relationship had broken down. We both were tired of fighting. We both lost.



No, I don't want to lose Janessa because of a story and my past. It's better if she doesn't even know that I write. She is very different in so many ways from Lily and Jasmine.



As the image of her naked body reignited the desire in my eyes, my eyelids opened and let my lust burn throughout my body. I couldn't waste more precious time thinking about my past when a beautiful woman was taking a shower just arm's length away from me.



Janessa's eyes looked shy but, at the same time, flashed quick glances of interest at the stirring of my awakening desire as I joined her in the shower.



“You must be starving,” she said as I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.



I was. But not for long.



我逃不掉了,已经被那该死的割草机逮住并掀翻在地上。锋利的刀刃开始割我的肉,我被它绞成了一堆碎泥。耳朵里那震天的响声瞬间被这剧烈的疼痛消音了,只听到自己的嚎哭声。我无法形容那种疼,它在挑战我的极限,就如惊涛骇浪中汹涌的大海愤怒拍打海岸的礁石。我再无法忍受,只盼就此死掉,愤怒的波涛中我不再挣扎就这样让自己沉入海底。



我停止挣扎嚎叫的那一刻,搅碎机的肚子里已经变成一滩黄色泥浆,这时,我闭上了眼睛。



诡异的是,我明明闭上了眼睛,可下一秒却又发现我的眼睛是睁着的,好像只是眨了一下而已,正如你看着墙上的幻灯片从上一张“咔嚓”一声换到了下一张,然后是我在黑暗中盯着白色天花板上的一道裂缝。没有疼痛,没有割草机,没有直升机,也没有惊悚的嚎叫,而且我的双腿还在原处。但是,那让人发疯的轰轰响声却随着我到了——我也不知道这是哪儿。



天堂还是地狱?不知道。不敢四处看,更不敢眨眼,我怕一眨眼,幻灯机又换一张片子,把我再换回到那场怪诞秀中去。



就这么一动不敢动躺了一会儿,我开始试着转动眼珠寻找这该死的噪音源自哪里。



它就在我的右上方,接近天花板。我朝那个方向使劲看,眼珠子都要从眼眶里挤出去了。右眼模模糊糊能看到一个长方椭圆的东西,因为从两片似乎是窗户的百叶间透进一丝亮光。不过我的左眼珠子一点用处没有,只看到我的大鼻子的阴影,所以我把它给闭上了。这时那个模模糊糊的长方椭圆形的东西开始清晰了,根本不是什么直升机或者割草机发出的响声,而是他妈的一台空调,显示着一个绿色荧光数字—23,就是它在我睡梦中向我吹着冷风并嗡嗡作响。



一点一点我开始恢复意识,当我确信那只是一个血腥的噩梦后,我开始环顾四周,记起来自己是在桂林的宾馆房间,简妮莎就在我身边,她还在熟睡。



又怔怔地那么躺了一会,我掀开被子起身坐起来,做的第一件事就是把空调关掉了。我把遥控器放到床头柜上,旁边放着那本史蒂芬·金的《战栗游戏》,至少我现在知道一件事,那就是如果晚餐吃的太饱的话坚决不能在晚上读这本书。



房间里终于安静下来,只听到简妮莎均匀的呼吸声。看着她平静沉睡的脸庞,我很纳闷,我在旁边又喊又叫的而且都死了一回了,她居然还能睡的这么香甜?



不过又一想,还好她没听到,否则如果看到一个二百磅的汉子在梦里像个女孩子一样哭喊,估计她该对我失望了吧。



女人通常比男人睡眠要好吧。我下床摸黑儿向卫生间去,我得洗把脸冷静冷静。她们睡觉像猫,男人像狗。咳,也许是我自己瞎琢磨呢。



胡思乱想中我朝镜子瞟了一眼,倒被自己吓了一跳。我的脸看起来疲惫黯淡皮肤松弛,深陷的双眼里布满血丝,似乎还笼罩在恐怖的阴影里。从我在加拿大坐上飞机的那天起每天晚上数的那几千只羊估计都被装在袋子里并挂在我的两只眼睛下面了,那两个大袋子不知得用多少黄瓜片—不管什么反正是你们女人用来敷脸的什么东西吧—才能给压下去。



“别娘们腔腔的了,洗洗脸快回床上睡觉去吧,明天睡醒了这俩袋子自己就不见了,” 我对着自己说道。



回到床上,刚一躺下,一股冰冷“哧溜”一下顺着我的脊梁骨一下冰到脚趾头尖,又顺原路冰到我的头发尖。无疑,噩梦里出的汗把床单都湿透了,我上洗手间的这会儿汗渍冷了下来,现在再躺回到上面实在是极度的不舒服。可这大半夜的又有什么办法呢,只能这么将就着,再闭上眼睛希望能在天亮前再睡一会儿。



也不知道就这么闭着眼睛躺了多长时间,我后来听到简妮莎在翻身。



难道睡在干爽的床单上也不舒服吗?我正寻思着,她突然爬起来从我身上翻过去,抓起我旁边床头柜上的遥控器,把空调又打开了。然后半闭着眼睛在我嘴唇上啄了一下,又侧身睡下,她轻声呓语“嗯”了一声,嘴角还挂着微笑。



简妮莎爬起来打开空调这整个过程大概不到五秒钟,但足够把那场噩梦在我脑子里又重放一遍。空调的冷风又开始呜呜朝我脸上吹,汗渍渍的床单粘在我的背上经冷风一吹更加冰凉,我扭脸看看简妮莎禁不住有些怀疑。



她是想冻死我还是喜欢听我在梦里哭喊?肯定是第一种,这么大的噪音我根本没法再睡。她睡的那边看起来多舒服啊,我真想挤过去。我就像一截枯树杆子横在她旁边为她瘦小的身子挡着那个独眼怪兽。



我又起身抓起遥控器,把温度调到27,但也没觉得暖和,吹过来的风还是冷飕飕的。我不敢给它再关掉,担心简妮莎听不到她的呜呜的摇篮曲后会再醒来。然后我拿起桌上的电话,打算把刚才发生在梦里的一幕幕趁着新鲜劲儿记录下来。



我把眼睛从电话屏幕上移开时已经差不多早上七点。百叶窗帘已经挡不住外面的日光了,而因为大半个夜晚没睡觉,我的脑子和眼睛都很疲惫而且酸胀。



尽管很疲劳,但利用失眠的时间写作我倒是有种满足感,打完最后一段文字后,那场噩梦也被我从脑子里清的片甲不留了。我舒了一口气,把电话合上放到一边,转头看着还在睡着的简妮莎,我开始轻轻抚摸她的脸,她动了动,慢慢醒来。



“亲爱的,”她的声音里还满是睡意 “你为什么不再睡一会?”



“为什么—?”我也问过自己两千遍了?我说,“因为我饿了。”



“哦,现在几点了?”



“快七点了。”



“那么,” 简妮莎说, “我们可以到楼下吃早餐,但我觉得宾馆的饭肯定不好吃,要不我们到附近找个饭店吧,看看现在有没有已经开门的。”



“亲爱的,其实我昨晚吃的东西现在还没有消化呢。我的意思是. . .我想吃你”。我把她脸前的一绺头发撩到一边,然后朝她的双唇压上去。



她一把推开我,说,“你得让我先刷刷牙冲个澡好吧?” 然后从我的怀里挣脱跳下床去。



“好吧好吧,” 我的眼睛随着她性感的身体向卫生间去了,走到门口时她妩媚地回头朝我挤挤眼。她进卫生间后,失眠的疲惫感又朝我袭来,我感觉自己眼睛里的欲火突然被扑灭了,就像一只生日蜡烛被哪个小孩儿喷着吐沫“噗”地吹灭了。我的头倒在她的枕头上,咧着嘴闭上眼睛。



这么昏昏沉沉几分钟后,我那疲倦的大脑里闪出的第一个念头是,我不能失去这个女人。



失去莉莉有很多原因,但主要是我们对生活有不同的追求。之后是嘉丝敏,读过我写的故事《我对莉莉的爱》后,她期待我会像对莉莉那样疯狂地爱上她,甚至应该比对莉莉的爱更猛烈。可我不可能做到,因为我每天都觉得自己被放在了显微镜下似的被审视着。被审视了九个月后,她说我让她很失望,结论是我不是她想象中的那个男人。



我也对自己很失望,我不知道怎样才能让她明白,她需要忘掉莉莉和我的过去,这样我和她才能面对我们两个人的现在。可是她总绕不开我过去的那段恋情,我们之间的冲突越来越多直到无休无止。九个月后,都累了,然后散了。



我不想再失去简妮莎,最起码不能是因为过去的一个故事,我更愿她根本不知道那个故事。简妮莎不同于莉莉也不同于嘉丝敏,跟她们两个完全没有相似的地方。



她的胴体浮现在我眼前,我身体和眼睛里的欲火再次燃烧起来。一个美丽的女人就在我几步之外展现着她美丽的身体,触手可及,我却在这呆子似的为过去浪费脑细胞。



我开门进入卫生间,加入淋浴下的简妮莎。她羞怯地看着我,然后,在我的烈火里熔化。



“你一定饿坏了 ,”没等她说完,我已揽腰抱住了她。



是的,我饿了,就在刚刚


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#2016-04-11 13:48:31 by JohnAbbot @JohnAbbot

Imi, now you are cooking. Great romance, great to read your thoughts on what happened between you and Lily and you and Jasmine. These are experience you've had that by sharing you help our members learn from your mistakes, and the revealing of your time with Janessa promises to be even more helpful.

I hope our members will recognize how the value your blogs will hold for them as you guide them through experiences of Chinese women that you describe so well.

I urge new members to go back and read Imi's "My Love for Lily" series as well as paying close attention to this one. Both of them will help you see options in how to deal with your own new Chinese match that will give the two of you the best chance to succeed.

Great blog Imi. I am already seeing the signs that you have taken the lessons you learned in dating Lily and you are using those lessons to improve your chances of having a life long love with Janessa. Bravo (clap)

#2016-04-13 02:58:57 by anonymous14770 @anonymous14770

Imi, I too enjoyed this coming to light finally episode. I wholeheartedly agree with you in regards to the one eyed monsters(AC units) the noise they put out never ever bothers my GF but they sure as hell keep me awake lol. What is about a naked Chinese women lithely getting out of bed? They are like cats, long, agile and graceful. The brush teeth and have shower first is a real spontaneity killer so I too learned not to wait but just jump into the shower with her.

In regards to knowing the past past my gf only asked how many women I had slept with and why I was divorced, she seems contented with my answers to these questions. She has told me of her past and why she got divorced.

I do not believe in any form of all mighty deity but I do know that I spent many years travelling along a path that unbeknownst to me (but having a feeling inside) was bringing us together. I am often amazed at this type of event happening in a persons life.

I look forward to your next episode in this romantic relationship....

(sun)

#2016-04-16 21:57:50 by seekdream @seekdream

@Imi5922

The dream is kind of fun to do the impossible. it will be laughed at dream, just have the value of implementation, even fell down posture is very bold (beer)(dance)

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