Saturday, March 23, 2002
I can only remember flashes of my dream last night: My second cousin and I meeting in an elevator, him saying something to me (might be related to the text message that I got from him today on my cell phone), plus being in Starbucks. Weird.
Thursday, March 21, 2002
I was all set to recount last night's dream here, but my dad was online for the better part of the day. You know how fresh dream details can be when you wake up but it just becomes fuzzy as the day gets later? That's kind of how it is with me today.
But anyway, I'll write the bits I can remember just the same. So for some reason, I was alone at home. The tiles look different; it's like a mixture of stone and marble. Then, this salesman comes over, apparently to sell more tiles. I try politely to tell him that I'm not interested in buying any, but he insists. When he becomes too persistent, I kneed him in the nuts, but I wasn't strong enough or my aim wasn't good or something, so that didn't have too much of an effect on him. Since that didn't work, I started screaming and shrieking and moving all around him, just really freaking out and going crazy. That worked.
There's some other part involving me, and a suitcase, and my parents, and a couple of friends, but that's the part I can't remember. Pfft.
But anyway, I'll write the bits I can remember just the same. So for some reason, I was alone at home. The tiles look different; it's like a mixture of stone and marble. Then, this salesman comes over, apparently to sell more tiles. I try politely to tell him that I'm not interested in buying any, but he insists. When he becomes too persistent, I kneed him in the nuts, but I wasn't strong enough or my aim wasn't good or something, so that didn't have too much of an effect on him. Since that didn't work, I started screaming and shrieking and moving all around him, just really freaking out and going crazy. That worked.
There's some other part involving me, and a suitcase, and my parents, and a couple of friends, but that's the part I can't remember. Pfft.
Tuesday, March 19, 2002
So last night, I dreamt of Tita Linda and her family. Tita Linda is my mom's friend, who has three sons, Keith, Kerwin, and Kirby. Back when they were still here in Manila, Keith, Kerwin, and I used to be schoolmates. Keith was a year older while Kerwin and I are batchmates. Sometime around high school, Tita Linda and her family moved to the US, and I haven't seen them since. I would guess that by now, Kirby would be around high school age (this is relevant in the dream).
Anyway, I dreamt that Tita Linda's family visited us here at home. Outside my bedroom door was a toddler Kirby (see, I told you it would be relevant!). I picked him up, and I noticed that he was quite heavy for a toddler. After playing with the baby for a bit, we all went downstairs (Tita Linda, Kirby, and myself), where the rest of the visitors were waiting. We piled onto a public bus, destination unknown. Kerwin and Keith were there with their girlfriends, I was there with my sisters, as well as Tita Linda, Kirby, and several other people.
Halfway through the trip, for some reason, Keith stood up, along with Kerwin, and called the girls to take off their shirts. For some reason, I went to Keith, and unabashedly took off his shirt. After I did that, I went back to my seat, where I caught his girlfriend glaring at me. After a while, there was this lady who sat next to me and told me that if I go down the bus with her, I would get an opportunity to break into the entertainment industry (uh, I can neither sing nor dance. Go figure). After a few steps with her down the street, I realized that I was making a mistake, and went back in the bus.
The moment I got back to my seat, Keith's girlfriend started making snide remarks about me, being very snippy, and looking at me coldly. With that, he started ragging on her, defending me quite loudly, and getting angry at her for even daring to say those things. She looked very frightened, and very surprised that he would defend me like that, which probably fueled her jealousy even more. Apparently, Keith liked me, and he didn't care whether his girlfriend knew or not.
Then, I woke up.
Anyway, I dreamt that Tita Linda's family visited us here at home. Outside my bedroom door was a toddler Kirby (see, I told you it would be relevant!). I picked him up, and I noticed that he was quite heavy for a toddler. After playing with the baby for a bit, we all went downstairs (Tita Linda, Kirby, and myself), where the rest of the visitors were waiting. We piled onto a public bus, destination unknown. Kerwin and Keith were there with their girlfriends, I was there with my sisters, as well as Tita Linda, Kirby, and several other people.
Halfway through the trip, for some reason, Keith stood up, along with Kerwin, and called the girls to take off their shirts. For some reason, I went to Keith, and unabashedly took off his shirt. After I did that, I went back to my seat, where I caught his girlfriend glaring at me. After a while, there was this lady who sat next to me and told me that if I go down the bus with her, I would get an opportunity to break into the entertainment industry (uh, I can neither sing nor dance. Go figure). After a few steps with her down the street, I realized that I was making a mistake, and went back in the bus.
The moment I got back to my seat, Keith's girlfriend started making snide remarks about me, being very snippy, and looking at me coldly. With that, he started ragging on her, defending me quite loudly, and getting angry at her for even daring to say those things. She looked very frightened, and very surprised that he would defend me like that, which probably fueled her jealousy even more. Apparently, Keith liked me, and he didn't care whether his girlfriend knew or not.
Then, I woke up.
I've always had weird dreams. And the weirdest thing about it is that I seem to remember most of the weirdness, in full details. I'd love to just get it out of my system by telling someone about it, but since my sister's too impatient to listen to me, I decided to blog it instead. So I guess this will be updated everytime I have a weird dream, obviously!
