So I'm meeting with an interpreter and a Shaolin monk in an apartment in China. Apparently I'm there to arrange for some kind of training with the monk. I'm pretty lucid, and a little more interested in checking out the apartment than in having a conversation with the two men. Just then, some government officials break down the door, and begin handcuffing the two men rather violently. I fly out the window and down some stairs, entering a busy alleyway.
There are stores lining either side, and I take notice that they are selling kitchen supplies and spices/grains. I continue walking down the alley, only a little concerned that I may be in trouble with the Chinese government. I turn and enter a market, and am walking through the aisles really appreciating the quality of the merchandise. I get a little distracted looking for sauces and spice packages, when I notice a tall, white, red haired woman is working the check out line. She notices me, and calls out my name.
We went to elementary school together, and I haven't even thought of her in decades! We're catching up, wondering at the chances of us running into each other in China. She introduces me to her girlfriend, a small chinese woman, who proceeds to angrily provoke me with insults. I try to speak with her, and figure out why she's so angry with me, and my old childhood friend is confused as well. I offer my friendship to her as well, and apologized if I had offended her, however I hadn't even really addressed her up until that point. She continues to berate me, and brings up my mother having cancer, saying that she deserved it. That was absolutely too much, and I smacked her HARD across her face. I felt myself balloon into an energy ball, nearly filling the entire market, full of violence and hatred, ready to create some kind of nuclear wave of energy, totally destroying everything in the vicinity.
Then I notice her laughing at me, and I deflated myself. I could tell she was some kind of being who was testing me, to see my reaction to provocation. Whether I would reflect or refract. I told her that I found her provocation irrational and unnecessary, and I turned to my old friend and excused myself, saying if she felt like being back in contact I could be found online easily enough.
I thought I was going to walk away at that point, but the other girl said one more terrible thing, and I smacked her HARD again. She laughed again. Disappointed with myself, I flew away.