Another Dream – A Tornado!

So this dream is a little short. I was dreaming that I was working out with my either my co-worker, Tim, or my husband, Lucien in a basketball court. It was nighttime. In the distance, lightning would flash with threat of a storm coming. The wind was picking up; my hair was flying in all directions. My companion and I talked about the lightning and how we were afraid it would come closer and hit us in the open basketball court. As we feared, the lightning strikes were moving closer, so whoever I was with and I went to take shelter under some tall trees; him under one and me under another one with big, sturdy branches. We figured if the lightning would come to us, it would strike the trees first.

We felt the wind pick up some more. Thankfully, no lightning struck. However, I saw coming right beside me, a small twister zooming in close and fast. It was right beside the tree, but as I waited for it to go past, it paused, RIGHT by the tree. It swerved towards me, and since the twister wasn’t thick enough (maybe 3-4 feet wide), I stepped out of the tree’s protection to avoid the twister. As it swerved to the tree, the twister went back to its original path. Then I thought to myself I was crazy for leaving the tree’s protection and I jumped back and entwined my arms around the sturdy branches. All this while, my companion was shouting something at me I couldn’t understand.

What I didn’t expect was for the twister to come back to my tree. I was engulfed with a massive wind surrounding me, but I noted there wasn’t much debris. Then, I was in the middle of the twister where all was suddenly calm. Then, another whoosh as the rest of the twister went by. The tree was sturdy enough that I was rooted to the ground.

And that’s when I woke up.

Dreams, Me

Dream (12/20)

Had a weird dream last night.

I was back in the Philippines, but in the old part of Manila. While waiting for public transportation to come, I decided to take some pictures using either my Hipstamatic app or Instagram app on my IPhone. Being in a sketchy part of town, I had to be a bit careful. However, there were so many photo subjects that were interesting so I ended up wandering deeper into the city. So much so, that I ended up by these rickety old abandoned colonial buildings (perfect photo subjects) by Manila Bay.

So I started taking pictures and my college friend Kevic appeared (don’t ask me how, this was a dream) and she wanted me to take pictures of her. I tried to tell her to go away cuz I didn’t want to take her picture. I focused on one part of the colonial building I was taking a picture of, and I noticed there were old ad paintings on the wall of the building. I zoomed in and I noticed that it was Kevic’s face on a couple of them. I told Kevic this, and she went closer to look.

As we were checking the paintings, our other college buddies appeared and wanted us to hang out with them. I guess after that, we did all sorts of adventures but it’s too hazy now to remember.

The End. :)

Creating, Dreams, Grr

Was Going To Write About A Dream…

Man, that sucked. When I tried to get into my blog to write about a dream I had, all I saw was “THIS SITE HAS BEEN HACKED!” Ugh! Was I mad. And here I had to check which area in my website was hacked into and scrambled to update my passwords and such, only to find out that it was only my theme that was hacked into and not the others. Kind of a relief but still annoying. So now, I changed themes, with a little bubbly stuff on it.

So, about the dream. It was weird than most. It felt like a nightmare of sorts.

I felt like I was playing this game, a virtual reality RPG-style type, where I wandered around with a few friends in a house and I had the ability to fly and conjure some spirits to help me combat evil. We got to this house right, and for some reason I was alone (the others were somewhere else inside the house). I happened to turn a corner and saw this zombie-like guy (shaved head, had a big trenchcoat on) and I ran for it because he saw me.

He chased me around the house, then the house turned into a cave-like structure. I couldn’t seem to fly away from him since I have forgotten all reason as I was so scared. Then, he finally caught me and I fell on the floor, screaming for my life, and he bit on my leg and started sucking my life-force. Somehow, the pain I thought I was going to feel was nothing more but a little touch on the leg, and I went limp, then suddenly felt my body pucker up like a prune as my life-force was leaving me. Then nothing but black.

My game seems to have reset. I’m back at the house, and I turned around the corner again and there’s the zombie. This time, I try to be smart and conjured one of my spirits to deter him from catching me. I reach a bedroom and went under the bed, while conjuring up another warrior-like spirit. The zombie came in the bedroom in the meantime and he started looking around the room. He almost checked under the bed and then my warrior spirit appeared and killed him on the spot. I then woke up.

I still don’t know why I didn’t fly.

Baby, Dreams, Me

Changes While Pregnant

I’ve been having weird dreams since I got pregnant. Don’t ask me what they are, since I usually forget them when I wake up. My friend Jamie said that it’s natural to get weird dreams when I’m pregnant.

Have I told you I’ve been taking blood pressure pills? My doc, once he learned that I was pregnant, took me off the ones I was taking and gave me a different medication for my high blood pressure that is safer for me.

My tummy’s getting more firm. I’m curious on what I’ll look like when I do get bigger. I’ve also noticed that everything else is thinning out and I like it.

My right foot is swelling most of the time now. I think it’s more of the bruise I have on it than pregnancy being the cause of it. It’s still a little sore, and now that it’s getting colder and colder, it’s painful to touch. Hopefully it will get loads better next week.


It’s Yesterday Once More

I had a dream last night. It was about a high school classmate I didn’t think would intrude in my dreams.

She was pretty in her own right: dark, smooth skin, white-toothed smile, almond-shaped eyes, and her curly, wavy hair carefully in check with a barrette. She also had a wonderful singing voice; deep, cool, and confident. I was a boy and when I gazed at her I thought she would be perfect for me.

I was already friends with her, but then when I told my intentions of courting her, she laughed and poked my chest playfully. She said that she just wanted to be friends. Hurt as I was, I never gave up. I hung out with her everywhere, protecting her and loving the minutes I was with her. She was brave and strong, but I knew deep down she was like a delicate flower that needed to be protected from the howling wind. There were times I almost kissed her, but I caught myself just in time, for fear of scaring her away. She did look at me with a secret smile and lighted-up eyes, so I think there’s still hope for me yet.

The only thing I remember was the camping trip. We were alone, yet I took care not to touch her. I respected her too much. We had two bunk beds a feet apart from another, but then I was surprised that she moved her bed closer to me. I looked at her questioningly, but she just smiled. She snuggled against my chest and I felt softness and pulled her closer. She felt wonderful that I was swelling with happiness, thinking that she might like me, finally.

And, of course, before I could watch this “good movie” to completion, I woke up. Gah.


A Meal and Grades

Had another dream last night.

What I remember is that I was going out to dinner with my college classmates, where I had to go home because of stomach flu. They called me on my cell phone and said I had to come back and pay my meal, and in result of my non-payment, they were asked to stay until I came over. And so I went, and went through a few obstacles along the way, and by the time I got back to the restaurant, my friends were a little pissed at me.

I paid for my meal, and I was expecting for my classmates to leave, but they still stayed there a bit. They were seated like how an audience sits watching a show. I sat facing them. One of my closest friends, Raz, was seated in the back and I went over and find out what she was doing. I thought she was mad at me, when in fact she was adding some figures together on a piece of paper. It turned out she was calculating her grades throughout that semester. And there I was, wondering how she was able to figure out what her grades were by just adding them up.

That’s when I woke up.


Another Sleepy Day

I am sooo sleepy. The fact that I’m bored with the things I do everyday.

I had a couple of dreams last night. I don’t remember much, but whatever I remember is that someone told someone (maybe the authorities) that I was either selling my body or selling porn in the Internet (I don’t remember that part, but I know it was something about selling sex illegally). Anyway, I felt betrayal and pain and that feeling kinda stayed etched in my mind and that’s what I remembered when I woke up.

I forgot all about the second dream, so blah.

Anyway, I think I’m awake now. Now to stay awake for 4 and a half more hours.

Dreams, Music

Composing Music

Ever had dreams where you’re composing music in your sleep? I did. I was composing two songs for a few friends that became a popular group. I think I eventually became their manager or something.

Anyway, one of the songs was called “Ako ay ako”, which in English means, “I Am Me”. LOL, go figure. :)


Cleanest Person?

My mind is a mess. This is my latest dream:

There is this girl who was reputed to be clean. She went to this school that had a contest on who was going to be the cleanest person in the campus. There was talk that she would be the one, but the just didn’t think about the contest too much.

One day, she had to go to the bathroom to do number 2. She chose the farthest stall in the girl’s restroom. When she finished, she flushed the toilet, but the flush handle was smeared with a feces-covered toilet paper. It went all over her hand before she realized. She got a wad of toilet paper and tried to clean the handle, at the same time flush the toilet. After a few attempts, she succeeded.

She left the stall with the intent of washing her hands. There was this student-volunteer attendant of the bathroom that didn’t want her washing in any of the three sinks, as the girl had soiled hands. After a few waltzing here and there, the girl was able to get her hands washed. Little did she know that if she didn’t wash her hands, she will be wiped clean from the campus as if she wasn’t even there.

So, she left the bathroom and went to her locker. There was a gym teacher there (who was the judge of the contest) and asked her if she was proud that she would be the cleanest person in the school. The girl just said humbly that she didn’t really care about the contest, but just needed to be clean. The teacher left, and there came an old woman and asked her the same thing. The girl had the same answer. She didn’t know that the old woman was the teacher in disguise trying to trick her, just to make sure that she wasn’t taking advantage of the contest.

So, the girl left, and in comes the student-volunteer attendant. She went to the old woman and bragged how she wanted to win the contest that she made sure that the toilets were clean. And so, the volunteer was wiped clean.

Kinda Twilight Zonish, don’t you think? It’s odd that it had to be feces. Ew.