{"id":51,"date":"2004-05-20T10:13:42","date_gmt":"2004-05-20T14:13:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2004\/05\/20\/hong-kong-phooey\/"},"modified":"2004-05-20T10:13:42","modified_gmt":"2004-05-20T14:13:42","slug":"hong-kong-phooey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2004\/05\/20\/hong-kong-phooey\/","title":{"rendered":"Hong Kong Phooey"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a35'><\/a><\/p>\n<p><P>&nbsp; In the dream, I&#8217;m at home (but I don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s my home in waking life) when Hector arrives. Although I had other plans, I find myself going out with him to hunt for CDs (a wonderful habit we had back in college). I then find myself at a shopping center and my spectacles are missing.&nbsp;I&nbsp;want to ask for&nbsp;Hector&#8217;s help but he has disappeared; I search apprehensively for them and finally, despite my blurry eyesight, descry them in the center of a large (by shopping center standards) fountain. I retrieve them and then exit the shopping center through an underground access to the subway. Suddenly, I am jumped by a long-haired Oriental teenager who proclaims he&#8217;s a Kung-Fu practitioner and starts raining mock blows on me. In the dream, he is a completely ludicrous, rather than threatening, figure, although I imagine in waking life I&#8217;d be more nonplussed by such an act, even if the blows did no damage. Then somehow I&#8217;m watching a television screen. A newscast reports two acts of violence. One of them turns out to be the murder of the Kung-Fu teen. They show footage of him in the subway station where I encountered him; he&#8217;s been shot. I don&#8217;t appear in the footage nor does the newscast connect me with him in any way. I wonder, though, if my dream isn&#8217;t implicating me in his unwitnessed murder. <\/P><br \/>\n<P>&nbsp;<\/P><br \/>\n<P>At the end, I&#8217;m riding the subway with a female companion and am quite uncertain about whether the route we&#8217;re taking will lead us to our destination.<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; In the dream, I&#8217;m at home (but I don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s my home in waking life) when Hector arrives. Although I had other plans, I find myself going out with him to hunt for CDs (a wonderful habit we had back in college). I then find myself at a shopping center and my spectacles [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1226,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1500],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-51","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-department"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1226"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=51"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=51"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=51"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=51"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}