No Offense Meant. So If You're Offended, Fuck You.

It has been a while, hasn't it?

Well, the only reason I'm writing this, here, right now, is that someone sent some sort of message asking me to write. Or, as an observer might see it, making me do things they want done which I don't really want to be doing right now. Pain in the ass. Screw you, mysterious supplicant, you suck.

No, just kidding. I'm sorry. I do want to write this. I love you. Please don't hate me.

Having said that, it is still true that this is an unplanned post, and I am currently drawing a blank here. So, naturally, I'll resort to dreams. It does take quite an effort to take a break from living in my dreams and write about them instead, but I welcome the exercise.

I had this one particular dream some weeks ago. In it, I met someone who I think happens to be rather popular in the general area where I live. The guy's name is Raditya Dika.

Who, I hear you ask? Raditya Dika. To my knowledge, dude's mostly a writer. He started with blogging. Now... I'm not really sure what he actually does presently. Never have, now that I think of it. Yes, I first found out about this blog thing from a collection of his blog posts, published in book form. Yes, it would not be strictly factual to say that he has not influenced me in any way. Sure, I've read some of his books (yes, more than one), I've seen one episode of a TV series with which he had something to do, and I am aware that at least one of his books (which I haven't read) has been adapted into a movie (which I haven't seen). That's all, though. I don't know him.

But, regardless of how much, or how little, contact I have had with the guy, it wouldn't be so weird for a celebrity figure to pop into people's dreams from time to time, right? Right.

What confounds me, though, is what I did, in the dream, with Raditya Dika. I'm going to describe the interaction, in high-definition detail. If you don't think you can handle this, feel free to go to xkcd.com for a funny and educational webcomic.

So what I did in the dream was... I gave him a message to pass to someone. What I said was, in the full glory of its original bahasa Indonesia, "Eh, salam buat Yudit ya." Which roughly translates to "Please send my regards to Yudit."

That was it.

When I woke up and remembered the dream, I was all 'What the fluuuub?' and 'Huh? Huh?' I mean, it's one thing to have a popular figure in your dream, and most of my dreams are severely lacking in the context area (leading to apparent incoherence), but just who the fuck is this Yudit person??

If one were to do a little research, it turns out there is someone named Yudit in close relation to Raditya Dika. To be precise, she is his eldest younger sister. I think this was mentioned in his first book.

However... what the heck? It would be strange enough to say that my dream featured an obscure sister of a slightly well-known person, but in my dream she wasn't even present, despite evidently being important enough that I made a mere messenger of someone who is (a) a beloved media figure and (b) her older brother. Baffling.

But hey, I wonder, what would this Yudit person be like? Am I allowed to guess? I think I should, now that she's launched an invasion to my dream. More fruitful than to question myself and the dreams, at the very least.

Maybe she's a bratty, scrappy little dark kid who drives an Audi equipped with a machine gun. Maybe she's a dainty princess who lives in a palace made of cotton candy and strawberry-scent shampoo, and eats rainbows for dinner. Ooh, ooh, or maybe she's closer to an ogre, nay, a cyclops with canine incisors, goat-like horns, a scaly tail, and three wings. Three. Wings.

Dammit, she sounds awesome.