Quotes from Fruits Basket

Making my way through the anime Fruits Basket I found episode 15 to be unusually deep. A couple of quotes from the subtitles are:

"Even if it is a memory I would rather forget. If I carry it until the end, without running away from it. Some day, I may become myself who wouldn't lose to those memories."

"Because I want to believe . . . there is no such memory that you can just forget . . . So that some day, some day I may become myself who wouldn't lose . . . And then some day, I will even overcome it . . . So it can be a precious memory".

House Person

I walk around drunkenly. I am not drunk but more asleep than awake. The house where I am staying is large, spacious, and two storied. The rest of the house is still asleep. I stagger up the stairs and find myself in a type of office. I haphazardly lean on a large answering machine. Pulling myself up I notice the light blinking on the machine. Concerned that I did this to someone else's answering machine, I press the stop button. Only when I do so I grow concerned that I might have stopped someone in the middle of their message.

I must have fallen asleep on a couch downstairs because I awake on it with a gaggle of people talking around me. The sisters talking to a guy. The guy is a recently divorced friend who works in an office close to mine. I awake more and greet him. As we shake hands I relate that I thought I dreamed him there, and what a great coincidence that we both know the same family. He replies that it isn't. I realize when he says that, that he and I are after the same thing.

Still more asleep than awake I force myself to my feet by will alone. I stagger a couple of feet with my eyes mostly closed. I stoop down as if to go to sleep on the ground. I force myself to stand again and continue walking. My supervisor remarks about my great degree of self control.

I lurch in a straight line, from the couch where I had just awoken, down the hall into the kitchen. Upon arriving in the kitchen I lean into the counter to stabilize myself. I turn and see House Person putting away dishes. She is dressed in a short black dress with a white croche over the front. There are two puffs of black fabric around her wrists. I crack up because she looks like a French maid. I tell her to always wear that outfit when doing kitchen work. She disagrees with my amusement. I lead her back to the group of people I had just come from and point out her outfit. I lightly slap her on the back.

Military Civilian Airport

I was on a military base and in the parking lot. The parking lot was for a large fenced off area that was an on base minimal civilian air port. Two men approached me with duffel bags over their shoulders. They had just committed a robbery and needed assistance getting away. I took one of the bags. I stayed overnight in a type of motel on the base. Upon waking, the valet had a Porsche waiting for me downstairs. It had a strange plastic front piece that reached slanted down to within barely scraping distance of the ground. I stuffed the money from the duffel bag into my traveling bag and attempted to leave the base in the Porsche. Their was a cell phone in the car that started ringing while I was driving. Upon answering the phone there was no response, just a low static. I hung up then threw the phone out. Perhaps the cops knew the phone was connected to the robbery. They might be able to triangulate my position if I kept the phone with me.

I wanted to get off the military base, but they were checking outgoing personnel's IDs. I reached into the side pocket of my traveling bag and found an assortment of cards. A couple were IDs but some were pictures. I sorted through them. The most authentic looking one had, instead of a regular photo of myself, a photo of a line of men. The most prominent one standing in the middle and more forward than the rest was not me. Despite this incongruity I decided to use it when I went through the exit gate. When I reached the exit gate and the cop manning it, I reached for the ID I had decided on before hand. Unfortunately I could not find it in the pile. All the cards were miscellaneous photos. I felt foolish for wasting the cop's time but proceeded to shuffle through them. The window was rolled down with the cop seeing my situation and waiting surprisingly patiently for me to find what I needed. Because of this set back I went back on base with the car and proceeded to the gate on foot, so that I would not hold up a line of cars as I tried to present the proper ID. This time I was able to present the proper ID. I walked back to where I had parked my car on the base.

Instead of leaving I proceeded to the civilian airport. I was in an assorted company of friends. One of whom had a departing flight. As I was leaving I noticed a large number of former members of my high school swim team leaving on different flights and apparently unaware of each others presence. I greeted some and they received me with only mild surprise. It seemed a large coincidence that so many people I knew would be at such an obscure location, a civilian airport on a military base. Oh well, they must have great rates.

Some time later I tried to leave the military base again. Fortunately the cop remembered me so I did not have to search for a proper ID.

Episode One

There were several of us. I was not the leader. We confronted a woman who was our intended victim. She was innocent. The attack involved applying an ointment or liquid three times to the skin. The victim would then be destroyed. The tables were turned and I got touched three times. I disappeared but stayed where I was. I thought of myself as a ghost. I started driving to get advice from Mel, the only one I thought could contact me in this condition. My car was normal but I was a ghost. I was able to interact with the world though the real felt spongy to me. Able to be passed through but with resistance. I was driving on the left side. Since I was in the US I switched to the right. I knew where I was going but I wound up passing a security guard and entering a crowded shady parking lot for some unknown corporation. I tried to make the guard do different actions by talking to him. I thought if I talked he would perceive the words as his own ideas and act on them. He informed me that in my condition I could still be heard normally but not seen. He seemed knowledgeable and I asked him how he knew so much. He replied that many of my kind wound up here when they first started. I then perceived the corporation building as being the source of my condition. More, housing the source, the woman that was the source. She had many ghosts orbiting around her (gained from earlier).

Now it was a problem leaving the parking lot. The guard and a friend had went inside. It would seem suspicious for an empty car to drive away. They might trace my plates. I convinced a pair of women, after surveying the groups of people leaving, to help me out. After dealing with the fact of talking to a disembodied voice one of them agreed to drive my car out. She got in and exclaimed at the wheel being on the wrong side. I replied that she wasn't going far, just to the other side of the gate.

In the women's garage. On a picnic table there is a Popeye's meal along with other miscellaneous garage stuff. It is chicken and red beans and rice. It is not on a plate but just sitting directly on the table. I eat it and leave.

I go back to school but it seems as if I have seen these people earlier. Probably a time without setting. They inform me that this is not the time. Angered I flip over a desk. The students become disturbed by the desk flipping over apparently by itself. They open the door and flee the classroom. They opened the door so I can leave if I wish. Being invisible I can't open the door myself because it would shout my presence. To stay is tempting but the most power is gained by living in between, not in either one completely.