Saturday, March 30, 2002
So last night, I dreamt that I had started working at one of the TV networks here in the country. It could have been ABS-CBN or GMA, for all I know. But anyway, I was there, and one my college friends was there, helping me out on my first day. And all I remember is this feeling of inadequacy, of not knowing what I was doing there, and being totally confused.
The next scene had something to do with a morning show, but the details are fuzzy. Sheesh.
The next scene had something to do with a morning show, but the details are fuzzy. Sheesh.
Wednesday, March 27, 2002
Last night's dream involved me packing for Survivor (and overpacking too, I might add!). I brought several books, which I'm not even sure if they were my luxury items. And aghh, to drive me crazy, the parts that seemed very vivid while I was asleep, I can't even remember now.
Meanwhile, the other night, I was a hooker in my dream. Yes, a hooker, sitting somewhere waiting to be picked up. Hot damn!
Meanwhile, the other night, I was a hooker in my dream. Yes, a hooker, sitting somewhere waiting to be picked up. Hot damn!
Sunday, March 24, 2002
Last night's sleep was so deep that I don't even remember having a dream. I woke up at 5:30 am (definitely a feat for me), but went back to sleep at 7 (which totally negated my early morning wake-up). From 7 to 11, I had one of the most vivid (weird) dreams ever, therefore qualifying it for bloggage.
It starts out with Ralph's (a high school batchmate) phone call. Ralph and I haven't talked for like 2 years now, and this is because we're not really `friends ' friends. We're more of acquaintances. So anyway, he called me up and we started talking and catching up and whatnot. All of a sudden, the line just suddenly gets cut, and so does our conversation.
For some reason, it appears like I'm somewhere in the US, on vacation with the rest of my relatives. However, the relatives who are in my dream are not the relatives I know. Meaning, I have no idea who they are and don't resemble any of my relatives at all. I just know that in my dream, they're my relatives. We're all staying in this house that resembles my grandparent's house in Malabon. Old, wooden floors, etc.
So anyway, while at the dinner table, I hear the doorbell. I go out the door, and who do I see but Uncle Bob! Apparently, he had moved into the neighborhood where I was visiting, so he decided to drop by. We walked over to his house so he could show it to me, but before we did that, we went to another block, where our cars were parked.
He hops over to his car so he can move it to the front of his house. But I had left my keys at home, so what did I do with the car? Take a wild guess. Did I leave it there? Noooo. I went to the side of the car and started pushing it! It was an intersection, too, so there were a lot of cars trying to go to wherever they needed to go. So anyway, I eventually reached his house, and after I parked my car, I didn't even go inside his house! I went back to my house where I found this stepper-exercise machine-thingy. It's kinda like a stepper, but the place where you step isn't long and wide; you only get to step on these two ball-shaped round spots.
Since it's around afternoon, I was supposed to be getting ready for Church (I think this idea came because my sister interrupted my dream when she called me up in real life via intercom to say that we'll be going to church in the afternoon instead). So anyhoo, we did go to Church, and when I got back, I got tons of cd's via my mailbox. Apparently, they were from Uncle Bob's readers, because he had written an entry about me in his diary (uh, fairly quick response time, wouldn't you say?). Also, he had a famous band living beside him (Well and Teller. This is a purely fictitious band, existing only in my dreamworld) who sent me their CD as well.
I think that's pretty much when I woke up. Whew.
It starts out with Ralph's (a high school batchmate) phone call. Ralph and I haven't talked for like 2 years now, and this is because we're not really `friends ' friends. We're more of acquaintances. So anyway, he called me up and we started talking and catching up and whatnot. All of a sudden, the line just suddenly gets cut, and so does our conversation.
For some reason, it appears like I'm somewhere in the US, on vacation with the rest of my relatives. However, the relatives who are in my dream are not the relatives I know. Meaning, I have no idea who they are and don't resemble any of my relatives at all. I just know that in my dream, they're my relatives. We're all staying in this house that resembles my grandparent's house in Malabon. Old, wooden floors, etc.
So anyway, while at the dinner table, I hear the doorbell. I go out the door, and who do I see but Uncle Bob! Apparently, he had moved into the neighborhood where I was visiting, so he decided to drop by. We walked over to his house so he could show it to me, but before we did that, we went to another block, where our cars were parked.
He hops over to his car so he can move it to the front of his house. But I had left my keys at home, so what did I do with the car? Take a wild guess. Did I leave it there? Noooo. I went to the side of the car and started pushing it! It was an intersection, too, so there were a lot of cars trying to go to wherever they needed to go. So anyway, I eventually reached his house, and after I parked my car, I didn't even go inside his house! I went back to my house where I found this stepper-exercise machine-thingy. It's kinda like a stepper, but the place where you step isn't long and wide; you only get to step on these two ball-shaped round spots.
Since it's around afternoon, I was supposed to be getting ready for Church (I think this idea came because my sister interrupted my dream when she called me up in real life via intercom to say that we'll be going to church in the afternoon instead). So anyhoo, we did go to Church, and when I got back, I got tons of cd's via my mailbox. Apparently, they were from Uncle Bob's readers, because he had written an entry about me in his diary (uh, fairly quick response time, wouldn't you say?). Also, he had a famous band living beside him (Well and Teller. This is a purely fictitious band, existing only in my dreamworld) who sent me their CD as well.
I think that's pretty much when I woke up. Whew.
