I have never been to Canada. This dream comprises of one beginning, then the same sequence -- driving a bus -- repeating over and over, each having a different ending.


I - The Beginning.

I was supposed to be this popular red-headed celebrity being picked up from a party at the break of dawn. I get in my bus, getting myself together.

I then see that my bus didn't have a driver, but it is moving on its own. I'm now back to my "normal" self, and at the passenger seat is my old highschool crush. There was a lot of clutter at the driver's seat -- mostly my stuff. I had to get the things quickly out so I can at least see the pedals.

Unfortunately, my Crush told me to just start driving. So I did -- and we found ourselves in the middle of a highway in the middle of the night. So far so good, I could overtake trucks. I didn't know where to go, so I took the nearest exits that buses are authorized to take -- and it happened to be a winding tunnel. Unable to reach the breaks, I zigzagged uncontrollably and finally hit a wall.

It was somewhat implied that we died upon impact. Good thing this dream offers two lives more.


II - Round 2: He drives.

My Crush's voice told me that I should use the breaks. He took the wheel and drove once more into the highway, and successfully out of the winding bus-tunnel.

We came onto a park where there was a concert/party going on. We couldn't get through, so we decided to gate-crash. I found myself in the middle of a celebrity trap -- famous actors such as Jack Nicholson, Gwyneth Paltrow, Jim Carrey, Nicolas Cage, John Cussack were present. I then came upon my current favorite actor, Paul Walker.

Or at least, someone that looked like him. And I've lost sight of my Crush.

I knew for a fact that Mr. Walker was tall (I stand a mere 5ft1"), but not as tall as to have his groin bump onto my face. >_<

I realized that he was an impostor as he didn't have the same physique as the well-built actor, but he was gangly, but just had the same facial features. I then became very fearful of the place, and my only trusted companion was out of sight. The park was very large and there were quite a lot of people, so I decided to try and look for the bus.

My fear increased when I saw that the Impostor was tagging a very untrustworthy-looking friend of his, as he saw a "hot Asian" who can give them "BJ's". I decided to run away towards the nearest exit, and I saw them coming after me. At the sidewalk, I didn't see any sign of the bus nor that of my crush. I bumped onto the side of a van and everything became black as I saw my pursuers' reflections on the glass.

I really do hate dreams that end in fear. I actually woke up after that to a splitting headache and couldn't go to class afterwards. I guess the strong coffee I took a few hours earlier didn't help.

III - Round 3: The Escape.

Back to my Crush driving the bus, we come upon a rickety and narrow iron bridge, suspended in chains. It was shaking.

We found ourselves attacked by renegade policemen by throwing gray colored basketballs at us. They were supposed to capture us and chain us to place.

Fast forward to our escape, we go past a burning fireplace, and out a door with nothing but a drop at our feet. Across at about 3 feet, a colorful wall with an ornate door stood. Out of it came a small blond little girl in a very colorful dress. She reminded me of Rainbow Brite.

A voice in my head told me to pretend to be some sort of attraction park animatronic. I knelt down, my head bowed, my arms falling to my side, as if at rest. "Je ne la connais pas, celle-la..." she said, referring to a character in a show that the "theme park" is supposed to represent.

"Comment tu t'appelles?" she asked, as she seemed to know that the animatronics are interactive. She always turned her head toward my top left field of view, and I saw a floating castle in a distance. It was supposed to be the place she came from, and her mother was a queen in her world. The voice in my head said that she was a spoiled child.

I moved stiffly, as a machine coming to life, "Je m'appelle Carole, et je suis la fée des couleurs!" I replied, accentuated with a faux giggle at the end. I went back to a "slumber" state.

The little girl ran her finger from the middle of my chest and was trying to pry my chin upwards. She also tried pushing me. I tried to resist, as I was supposed to be a statue. Abnormally strong as she was, I decided to swing backward and forward, "Un, deux, un, deux..." she chanted.

"Si tu es la fée des couleurs, fais-moi quelquechose!"

I just kept my robotic smile intact.

"Je suis la fille d'une reine! Donne-moi quelquechose!"

"Je ne peux pas!" I replied as gaily as I could, feeling the faux high-pitched giggle at the back of my throat, "Je donne de la joie à tous les enfants! Je ne joue pas aux favoris --"

"MAIS DONNE-MOI --!" I was slowly losing my patience and we weren't letting each other have the satisfaction of getting the last breath of our lines.

"Ce n'est pas bien de jouer les favoris. Tous les enfants doivent être heureux, et il ne faut pas que je choisisse parmi eux --"

I realized that I blew my cover. An animatronic wasn't supposed to engage in debates with annoying little pests. I sense the anger rising in the little girl, and her hair and her clothes turned into darker shades, her eyes gaining black and red circles around them.

"JE TE DIS DE --!"

"Et je te dis que..." I slowly lift my head, "JE NE PEUX PAS..." dramatically turn my head towards her, my face contorted in anger, slowly punctuating the last four words, "JOUER AUX FAVORIS!" I finally towered over her, in all my fairy-like anger.

She recoiled in terror, and she screamed as I raised my arm to throw some divine punishment upon a bad little girl like her. I knew that I wasn't supposed to have any power, but the vibrating feeling along my arm confirmed otherwise...

...Confirmed that my cellphone was vibrating, my alarm going off. ^_^

Labels: accident, anger, bus, cartoon, celebrities, driving, fear, party

This particular sleep didn't see through one consolidated dream. It's something composed of several "snippets"; but to economize on space... ^_^;;

I - Dinner with Mom

I was rummaging through my closet, looking for the perfect dress to have a nice dinner with my Mom who was supposed to have come back from France. From choosing among tops of lacy beige, sheer powder blue, soft strappy yellow and loud blood red, I chose a black leather dress: tube top, with a "fluffy" (as fluffy as leather can get) skirt, adorned with a lacy yellow ribbon that ties at the back.

Needless to say, the dress looked pretty awful.

This isn't the first time I've dreamed of the same exact scene. That one which occurred, give or take, a year ago, had me looking through vintage looking tops. The designs varied from plain stripes across the chest, to floral, to lace, to ones made out of sheer fabric, wool; and varied just as much in colors: beige, green, maroon, deep purple, black, white, yellow...

SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING. Skip if you must.


II - The Dolphin and its Caretakers.

I was in the body of another person -- that of a Caucasian woman. I was walking around a pool, holding a floating board. My male partner was tending to a dolphin in the pool and we were supposed to relocate it or something to that effect.

Dream Knowledge then showed me that the work partners intended on having sex in the pool after work. The woman leaning toward the edge of the pool while her partner takes her from behind.


III - Dinner and Candlelights.

I was in a poorly lit room with an entry near the front right corner, giving way to a dark hallway, and another one at the back left corner, giving way to a hallway then to an arc-like entry to a sunlit living room.

There was a rectangular table in the middle of the room, with artistically dried flowers and branches as decoration, with a tall candle lit nearby. I was with two colleagues, both to whom I'm pretty close.

One was a large guy, D.B., and the other was the one with whom I had a fling with. We were playing a game wherein they would discard a piece of their clothing, and I would decide if I follow suit. Both guys got their pants off already, and I was playing hesitant. They were about to take their underwears off while I was in the process of unzipping my skirt.

Dream Knowledge told me that we would engage in some threesome making-out.

MAJOR SHUDDER.

END OF SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING.


IV - Dad and Cute Japanese Stuff.

It started as I was amazed at how my powder container can also accommodate four different toothbrushes: two for toddlers, and two for adults with soft bristles, just what my Dad and I use.

I then found myself in my room with a girl who resembled a classmate but not quite. We were also having fun using a black powder which turned white when applied onto skin.

I then heard my Dad talking about buying a new Mac OSX, and I rummaged through a CD binder and proudly whipped out two installer disks for Mac OS8 that I borrowed from our office to upgrade our current OS7.4. I was also thinking about how our Japanese attaché was furious on how lenient Filipinos were compared to the Japanese.

Suddenly, I found myself looking down from my window, and instead of seeing the usual garden and neighbors' fence, I was overlooking the Olympus Heights subdivision (as I would see it as we pass by Commonwealth Avenue). And nearer my field of view, a little miniature montage (kawaii little dolls! ^_^) illustrating the activities available at "Witch Park" -- how you'd enter the Gate of the Witches, have a picnic left of the Witch Tower, do some bird watching and finally have another picnic north of the Witch Tower.

... And no. I can't make any sense of these dreams either. -_-...

Labels: clothes, dad, house, Mac, mom, pool, sunlight, xx

• Climbing trees in a brightly lit forest.
• Driving around the city at night in a black car, looking for fried chicken; saw guys in white rapper garb and silver "bling-blings".
• Working on old, grey PCs, and playing a racing game through an old emulator.

Labels: car, chicken, game, PC, trees

This funny dream's a weird crossover between Harry Potter and Lemony Snickett's Series of Unfortunate Events. ^_^


I - The Chinese Connection

I was sitting at the back of a classroom of Chinese girls. The teacher were asking us what we wanted to serve during our class party. A group of girls near the front with blue neckties and another group with red neckties were glaring at me: they wanted me to vote to break a tie, and I wasn't paying attention.

I just mumbled that they could settle on something that everyone likes, such as noodles.

One angry girl with a red necktie then produced out of her bag, a huge pot of pansit bihon. Everyone dug in. I reached out for a large red shrimp which I had no difficulty peeling, and it tasted so good!


II - Dumbledore's Office and Gryffindor's Sword

I suddenly found myself in Dumbledore's office, weilding Gryffindor's sword, and wearing the Hogwart's uniform. The Headmaster was commenting on my latest Harry Potter fanfic.

He said that I gave Harry a sword which is a lot longer and thicker than that of the ornate Gryffindor. He didn't say whether he liked the idea or not. However, he did mention his dislike for my making Cho Chang into a sort of antagonist -- that she was used by Voldemort.

There was supposed to be a part in my fanfic that I made Cho enviuos of Harry's sword, and that she intended to steal it from him. Dumbledore also didn't appreciate that I made Cho's favorite dish as spring rolls dunked in vinegar.

I left his office and went into my solo bedroom on top of a tower. I took a clear file case filled with printed black and white images. I was told to look for a particular form with regards my fanfic, but instead, I came across one for a questionnaire on A Series of Unfortunate Events

I looked out of my window and met a bright sky -- the type that you see in cloudy yet bright winter mornings. I felt though as if it just rained.


III - An Unfortunate Birthday.

I turned back and no longer saw my Hogwarts room, but a living room all covered in white. I saw Klaus Beaudelaire (in my dream, "John") being embraced by his older sister Violet (though in my dream, she was called "Andrea"). It was his birthday, and despite their parents' death, they were still celebrating it.

They invited a few friends. I went up the left staircase from the foyer, and decided to flirt with the Lucky Charms elf in his green garb. Another elf in a red garb was wary on approaching him. The green elf the told me what happened to the Beaudelaire home.

Count Olaf's burning of the place was pretty much secondary -- more like a backup plan. He actually unleashed fire-breathing dragon in the house! Two teams of brave policemen tried to get the dragon out. One was even firm in his conviction by looking at the dragon in the face and yelling at him, "BAD DOG! BAD DOG!".


IV - An Unfortunate Owl

The green elf's story ended and I was back in my little Hogwarts tower. As I was talking with Ron and Hermione, we saw a bright colored owl hovering by my window. "It must be that ruddy owl, Errol," said Ron. I went to meet the owl -- but at the moment I was about to reach for the letter, the poor tired animal crashed onto the bushes below.

He recovered and flew away as I ran down and retrieved the letter (which smelled of fanservice: airmail envelope, fake printed letter from Dumbledore, Collin Creavy design on the flap that I happily tore open) which announced news that Collin Creavy was petrified, including quite a horrifying picture.

I ran back into the castle to announce the unfortunate news.

Labels: bird, dragon, fiction, food, indifference, sadness, school, writing

Now, we're back at the normal time line. I never recall my dreams over the weekend. I guess it's because I enjoy my waking moments too much, or I just sleep too much. ^^;;


I - Leave Harry Potter

I was walking around my house, just when I saw Harry Potter writhing on the floor. It would seem as if he were possessed by Voldemort. His fingers were magically spelling out the words on the floor, "Leave me."

I then turned away, went into a room and came upon two guys -- a gay couple. They were having a little spat. The smaller guy was complaining that his bigger partner was too much of a geek to make their relationship flourish. The said geek then said that books are far more important than relationships.

I saw that indeed, he had a lovely collection of books and other multimedia materials. They were well cared for, and even had their own individual plastic wrappings. I went through his things, firing out criticisms and lecturing him about maintaining a good relationship and that a human being cannot be exchanged for books and DVDs.


II - Fight Bruce Lee

I suddenly came across his collection of Bruce Lee movies. It then dawned upon me that the actor was cursed, and that he'd come back from the dead to kill a certain woman that I know.

I went out of the room, and saw an evil Bruce Lee -- with dark rings and red lines around his eyes. He was going after a woman in blue clothes. Before he got to her, I went off and warned her about his curse.

She then summoned two fairies, and spoke to them in a secret language. They were supposed to take from each of them a particular quality and give it to the other person. So the female fairy got some fighting power from Bruce to give to the girl, and the male fairy got some compassion from the girl to give to Bruce.

A lovely fight then ensued.


III - Curse Phone Calls!!

I went back into my room, hoping to get some Kasaysayan 1 homework done. However, I was interrupted by the phone ringing. It was Puppy -- a colleague with whom I had a short history with.

At his first call, he didn't talk and I just heard some background noises. I put the phone down. His second call made me angry. He told me to just hold the line, and he proceeded to talk with his friends in the background. I yelled into the piece that if he isn't going to talk to me, he'd better not call me.

He called for the third time. He then told me that he wanted me to hold the line while he wrote poetry. I angrily retorted that I don't know him as someone who writes poetry, and he could call me when he could properly talk to me.

He immediately revealed his true motive: to tell me that he was getting married, but his reunited parents wanted to meet me first. It would seem that they didn't like him marrying onto a different religion, and would try to convince him to marry me instead.


IV - Remus Lupin

I ran out of my room and went into a Parisian subway. I came across Ron and Hermione cowering in front of Remus Lupin. I figured that their fear came from the fact that he was a werewolf.

I spent the remnant of my dream trying to avoid him around the train.

Labels: argument, curse, fiction, fight, phone call, train, xx

This one occured last June 23. Celebrity studded, I tell you.

I - The Godfather.

The dream started as I was lying on my stomach, on my bed, and looking through an old toy box of trinkets: it had hair accessories and fake make-up for little girls. However, it would seem as if my mom would've exchanged the fake for real ones.

The lipstick in its classic white and gold container was very old and smelled bad already, and was of an ugly phushia color. However, the black bottle containing liquid eyeshadow (in a pale peachy, sandy, glittery color) still had a shelf life 'til 2009. I decided to apply some on my inner elbow to test for allergies.

I rolled onto my back and my grandmother came along, holding a scalpel, telling me it was time for my routine surgery. The reason for the creepy operation (sans anaesthetics) escapes me, but she told me that it would hurt more since I've grown fatter than before.

I rolled back onto my tummy and found a picture of the current James Bond actor -- D.C. Dream Knowledge told me to go find him, since he was my godfather.


II - Broken Glass and Staircases.

I then found myself walking into this posh hotel, with fancy glass, black metalworks and crawling plants. I was wearing a sleek black dress going down to my calves, black heels, and a brown and black fur wrap around my shoulders. I went up to the kitchen and came across several of my favorite British actors come out in their white smoking jackets and black pants holding machine guns -- they had just finished a mission. I then met up with D.G., and he told me that he was expecting me.

We went up a spiraling staircase -- a tall glass tower overlooking the entrance of the hotel -- him several steps ahead of me. At the top, he met a famous African-American actress -- H.B. -- and protected her from the sudden shattering of several glass panels.

When the havoc was done, he motioned me to the top platform, introduced me to H.B., and told me to look down. Apparently, a navy blue station wagon fell on top of the hotel's entrance.


III - Bond -- James Bond.

D.G. then lead us ladies into a lovely white room with a flowing cocktail table, a wispy stage and a small audience. We were supposed to watch a stand-up comedy act by a popular teen actress, L.L. (who was then in her healthy plump shape and flowing red hair, and was wearing a lovely white gown.); D.G. and I sat at the front row as the entertainer was introduced.

However, L.L. proved to be a disappointment, since her introductory lines ("Wow! Everyone looks so beautiful here! And that's coming from pretty eyes like mine!") so lame, that the host said, "Honey, I know you can do better than that."

I leaned my head on D.G.'s shoulder and closed my eyes. I then felt him kissing my forehead. I also felt his apprehensions, "What am I doing? I'm her godfather, for crying out loud!" But I just smiled and kept my eyes closed, until his lips met mine.

We shared languorous kisses, oblivious of the act on the stage, until my dream ended shortly after.

Labels: black, celebrities, fur, glass, green, hotel, kiss, stage, white

This one occured last June 22, 2006. Had a pretty troubled sleep, and this is all I recall.


I was watching the shooting of an episode of X-Files. Mulder was running across a field at night, leaping over bushes, and tripping over hills. The shooting was cut, since he was told to join C.S.I. instead, and a new actor was to be replacing him.

This new guy had to shoot a scene wherein he was hiding behind a cold, 10-foot goblet of water made entirely out of ice.

I came out of my Dad's old Ford Escort (1994, GT) in a dark parking lot. My brothers & I went into a bookstore to get an eraser and a pencil.

However, shopaholic that I was, decided to look around. Knowing that what we had to buy was worth way below Php 200.00, I wanted to maximize it. I looked around brushes, colorful pencils, art sets, watercolors, and various different pens, but buying them would make me exceed my budget.

... And my brothers were already looking for me.

Labels: bookstore, car, family

This dream occured last June 21, 2006.

I - The Escape

I saw Draco Malfoy in his Hogwarts getup, standing by a hole in the ground. The sky was dark, and thunder, strong winds & lightning bolts announced the coming of a storm. He was looking down at a dwarf who was clearing the hole so that he can escape Hermione Granger.

I then entered his persona and tried getting into the hole -- but seeing that it was fashioned for smaller fold, I transfigured myself into a walking stick. Out of the hole and the Harry Potter realm, I entered a kingdom underwater, and was a girl in a white dress.


II - The Underwater Kingdom

I still had to go down a long winding staircase to enter this underwater garden. I saw mermaids swimming around as the Sea King welcomed me. He took on a human form (more like a young and robust version of the Playboy mansion owner). He was walking with an associate in a black suit, and they were busy avoiding a lady in white shift & shorts, driving a matching Hyundai Getz.

The Sea King then led me to a gazebo and had a nearby band play a lazy waltz. In my peripheral view, a young man sat aside, and Dream Knowledge told me that I was dancing with the Sea King to make him jealous. Spinning and spinning and spinning we were until the song ended. I invited the young man but he was ashamed as he didn't know how to dance.

We were then lead to a guest room with two other girls -- who happen to be my alter egos. I was the frivolous type of girl, one was the jealous, moaning type, and the last one was the perfectly prude type, who goes by the name of "Famke".

The Jealous One nagged at the Young Man, telling him that it was obvious all along that he preferred "Famke" over us three. She pointed out that the obstacles we went through to get to this underwater realm spelled her name out. She also accused me (which rang true) of trying to seduce him as I danced with the Sea King, and that I should take pills.

All faded away as a gay actor summarized the soap opera in the television screen.

Labels: argument, car, fiction, jealousy, storm, TV, water

This dream occured last June 20, 2006.

I was at the Faculty Center in UP Diliman, and was trying to get into a particular Geography class. There was a bench outside the Department of Geography on which a cardboard box was placed. I placed my papers in the said box. In my head, I was thinking that I have fulfilled the requirements to get into the class (sign up, pass a test, and the approval of the old lady professor who handled the class) and I was just waiting for the department's "go" signal.

Speaking of the devil, she came up the stairs behind me, and into her office.

The next day, I heard that the old lady professor died. I went to her office and saw a group of investigators looking into the scene. It was said that she was reaching for a book, standing on her stool, and she fell, cracking her neck which caused her death.

The President GMA was leaning on the door in her black suit, saying that everybody believed that she fell by accident. I told her that I believed otherwise: that she was murdered, and that she was behind it all.

I ran down and out of the building. I wanted to go into Palma Hall, walking restlessly up and down the west wing steps, crying and wanting to scream murder. I met an old highschool acquaintance (whom I had a big crush on), and he embraced me, trying to ease my pain. I told him that the old lady professor was murdered. He believed me and told me that the truth would soon be revealed.

I went back into the Faculty Center. I wanted to find a way to prove what is contrary to popular belief. I figured that there were no security cameras to film the murderer.

I then heard murmurs from the department that plans for the funeral service were already taking shape.

Labels: death, geography, school

This dream occured last June 19, 2006. I'll be trying to do some catching up. ^_^;; Specially that my phone has the tendency to delete the contents of the personal dictionary and the drafts folder without notice.


I - The Bat

I was supposed to be in Paris with my Mom in her little flat. The room looked like a smaller version of Mr.'s from Spielberg's The Color Purple. The color scheme was green and black.

I was standing on the far corner of the room. To my right was a window with white sunlight beaming through it. A two-door closet stood by. Right beside it was a dresser with a fairly large mirror, and finally, the door.

I was right beside the bed. My mother was fixing the sheets while I was packing up. I bat suddenly flew past me, scratching my arm. My blood didn't look normal. It looked more as if a bright red tomato landed on me. Mom told me to clean it up so she can tend to it properly.

After slapping a band aid on my little scratch, we walked to the train station. The streets and the atmosphere (specially with the people walking around) felt like we were in the 1920s. But once inside the underground, everything were in shining gray metal.


II - The Train

My mother went on ahead as she was supposed to go somewhere else. I caught a train which would take me to the "university". The train felt old. I looked by my window, and saw a popular fast food chain. It's 2nd floor was open-air, and had a portion of a wall with windows and curtains, encouraging the diners to play a game of voyeurism. Didn't really know how that worked though. A young long-haired girl played along with a young boy.

I turned back to my seat, and suddenly recognized an old classmate from Collège de la Maillière (Lognes). At that moment, I forgot his name, but he recognized me. He was tall with dark hair. Now that I remember it, his name was Malco.

We chatted for a while, and the train suddenly had an open roof, and we sat down a box-like caboose. My classmates started appearing, along with my adviser, M. Barthès. I noticed that I was wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with jeans. They showed me yearbooks, testing if I still knew them.

I suddenly felt some yellowish liquid drip out of my left ear -- which disppeared as quickly as it came. I even got some tissues from my bag (which was green and black, and contained my little datebook and a small hairbrush), but it was gone.

They told me that we were going to a vacation house in Pampanga, and Mt. Pinatubo just stopped being active.


III - The Vacation House

M. Barth&eagrave;s told me that our hostess -- a middle aged woman with light skin and short, brown and wavy hair -- knew my mother well, and that she knows me from my childhood. We walked into this big white house, divided into three portions:

The middle part was more like an open gazebo. The land around it stretched far and no other structure could be seen as far as the eye could see. To me left was a large circular dining hall, separated from the gazebo by peach colored curtains. The other side of the house were the bedrooms.

We were given a meal in the dining room. The glass dining table was big & round and decorated with tall white flowers -- different types of lillies, baby's breath -- and tall green feathery stalks. I sat between my teacher and my hostess, whom, as expected, told me how tall I was the last time she saw me.

I was placed at the table with the kitchen behind me, and the brightly sunlit window in front of me, quite blocked by the flowers. I couldn't see my classmates anymore. We were served a meal of chicken and rice.

She also told us how practical the placement of the dining room was. Her daughter was married previously, and it was easy to bring food in from the kitchen onto the buffet when the servings ran out.

After the meal, she told my classmates and I to help her clean the floor, and to be careful while doing so: it was decorated with small tiles, arranged in a mosaic style, forming a large flower from the center of the gazebo, bordered with small flowers and linear patterns. Dominating colors were yellow, peach and blue.

My classmates and I were sent to our rooms to rest.


IV - Fireworks

I woke up and changed into a colorful blue/pink/yellow top with matching panties. I noticed that my fellow classmates were in similar garb -- with the guys just in shorts. I walked around the house, trying to ask what was going on. I went outside and saw that some of the boys were uncorking wine and setting off fireworks from bamboos on the stairs of the gazebo.

On the grounds were two groups: old fashioned cannons manned by middle-aged men. I saw my girl classmates from PUP. Dream Knowledge told me that the men were their fathers, and they were about to engage into some heavy paintball fight.

Labels: baggage, bats, bed, black, fireworks, flowers, food, green, highschool, house, mom, past, peach, sunlight, train, wine

It was a bright sunny day. It also felt like a late afternoon, after a late morning of summer showers. I was walking around UP Campus -- the road across the College of Music, then the Administration -- cajoled by a nice pre-sunset breeze. I was wearing a nice pink dress with sleeves.

I believe that I was thinking of my previous dream, so my persona kept on looking behind her shoulder, to check if Mr. Stryder was coming after her.

I crossed the University Avenue and walked some more, coming upon a building which resembles those in Ateneo college.

The place a abuzz with activity. I saw an old highschool friend, J.R., and I browsed through his Mariah Carey CDs. My clothes then changed into a strappy light blue top and dark blue jeans. A group were teaming up for a rally, and I decided to walk towards them to join them.

Labels: blue, friends, pink, summer, sunny, UP, walk

This dream occured last June 18, 2006 (Sunday)


I - The Mummy

The location was supposed to be the bottom-most gallery in a pyramid, and a female companion and I got there through ropes, carrying the body of a male person. We were wearing off-white robes.

The room was bright, as if sunlight streamed through. My companion and I were wrapping the body, but by the time we got to the point where the body was completely covered, and we were about to put it into its ornate sarcophagus, I had butterfingers and the body slipped to the floor, the wrappings unraveled.

The clumsy process happened three times, until the supposed-to-be-dead-and-embalmed body opened its eyes and looked at me, showing me the proper manner of wrapping a corpse. Initially, we were supposed to wrap him while he was in a prone & stiff position, but he preferred one where he was sitting with his legs crossed.

For some reason, I felt as if I changed personas with my companion -- I was the companion, and dream knowledge told me that the dead man was my husband. As we were finishing up on the wrapping, he looked at me with sad eyes. I kissed him on the lips, and said, "Je t'aime."

Remark: When I said that particular, "I love you," it just felt real, as if I was trying to say to him that even though he's dead, I would still love him. It was even more real than the "I love yous" I've told my past partners. But, moving on...

Suddenly, a man, whom dream knowledge tells me was his brother, came rappelling down a hole from the ceiling. He was joined by his wife (whom we'll call Sister-in-law or SIL) -- a very pale and large woman with loud red lips and sharp black eyes in brown and purple robes and works in the entertainment industry -- appeared from the left side of my vision. They told me that they found a quicker way out of the gallery and that we had to get out as fast as we could.

Defying all logic that a mummified body no longer has organs to function at all -- or just, simply, dead -- my "husband" wanted to go with us. We then followed the Sister-in-Law, and came upon a zigzagging oak staircase with matching oak panels. We went up several flights and came upon a modern and medical-like room...


II - The Embalming Room


GORE WARNING. Skip if you must.

The room was in shades of white and green, and there were stretchers everywhere. Doctors, nurses and assistants alike were wearing a white tuxedo-like top with black bowties, and a black clip on their left collar, paired with black pants.

To my right, I found that one of the doctors took my husband, and sat him down, forcing his eyes open with metallic clips. He was then the unwilling spectator of the gruesome method of embalming, "I'm not finished with you yet. I forgot to take your eyes out." the doctor told him, as he probed the nostrils of his current "corpse" with metal prods to pull his brain out. The more horrible part of that was that the "corpse" cried and convulsed in pain -- it was alive! I was horrified to know that he did the same thing to my husband.

END OF GORE WARNING.


The SIL took her husband and me aside, telling us that we had to get out, lest that we be taken for "patients". We took some uniforms and literally sang and tap-danced our way out of the Embalming Room.


III - The Hostage

We ran up some more, and arrived at a lobby. To my right was a long wooden table in front of a wall with a striped wooden panel. The table had white computers on it, and wires snaked everywhere. To my left were glass doors -- the exit.

Somehow, I felt that my group were younger and that we were changing personas -- as if my dream was changing completely.

A thin man with gelled-up and highlighted hair in a black pinstripe suit held us at gunpoint. He aimed his magnum at me, asking, "Tu sais déssiner?" to which I tried to reply a stuttered, "Ou-oui, m-monsieu --" and he cut me with, "Ne me fais ce 'ou-oui, m-monsieu'! Parle correctement!", stating his disdain for stuttering. I then answered a braver, "Oui, monseiur!" After which, he led me to a computer to do some layouting of text against background on an old Adobe Pagemaker (version 4, methinks.)

The group I was in changed. We were now siblings: I, being the eldest sister, with a younger brother and a baby sister. We were held hostage in a department/drug store by a terrorist group lead by a man whom we'll call Mr. Stryker (since he resembles William Stryker from the movie, X2.) After looking for chocolates in a shelf, and witnessing a group thwarting a police chopper, I changed persona into that of the younger brother.

My siblings and I then found ourselves in a rain forest -- bright and sunny for one, though -- with the building of the department store way behind us. I found a way to escape, by locating an orange jelly-filled stream where we can slide down with our inflatable orange sled.

And slide down, we did -- only to find that a party with Mr. Stryder and the pale man in the black pinstriped suit have arranged an ambush party to meet us downstream. They got my sisters, and the eldest urged me to run away. I then followed her wish.


IV - The Zombies

I came upon an abandoned building. The front door was completely blocked by trees and shrubbery, so I found the back entrance -- which was pretty much cleared. I entered a small pantry-looking room. It actually had two doors, separated by four broken windows.

A young Oriental-looking girl came to greet me. However, she was acting in an autistic manner and couldn't talk properly. I tried to communicate that I needed to hide. An older woman, her mother, came out and told me not to stay there. She didn't get to finish her explanation as I heard my pursuer call out to her.

It would then seem that the mother-daughter tandem were unwilling associates of Mr. Stryder. He knew I was in the room, and he held a large machine gun. We played a short game of cat-and-mouse among the two doors.

The scene was cut to another one as he aimed his gun at me.

I found myself in the dark basement of the said building, and I saw zombie-like creatures groaning and stumbling to stand up. Dream Knowledge said that Mr. Stryder conducted experiments with humans, and this was the result of it. I turned to my right, and saw Mr. Stryder cackling evilly, standing under a ray of light.

Labels: chase, dead, forest, gore, gun, kiss, love, movie, wife

The set was quite dim and cozy, and it was as if I were watching my persona conduct an interview.

The armchairs and the cloth covering the table between them were white, and I could see hints of little white daffodils bordering the cloth. I may have also seen a hint of a pot of white flowers on the table.

And I was interviewing my favorite teen actor, D.R.!! ^_^ I remember the mood as being very jovial and light.

Labels: armchair, celebrity, happy, interview, white

This is another dream that took place around three weeks ago.

Part I - Glasses

I was climbing up a "spiral" staircase (almost spiral, though it was confined in a square structure), with walls covered in green wallpaper, with a soft wavy emerald and charcoal pattern. The banisters were of black metal.

I was wearing a green blouse, tucked in a black miniskirt. I had my hair pulled back in a bun and wearing whitish make-up. A friend (whom I actually don't recognize; though she was tall and quite thin, wearing a white slip-on dress, and her hair in a neat but loose bun) was climbing up with me, and we were talking how this teen actor, D.R. was just so hot.

It also happens that D.R. was climbing up ahead of us, and overheard our conversation. He then said, "... I think Cielo makes a damn good looking vampire."

I then went in to a room, which was separated from the stairs by two glass walls. I spun around this room in joy, giddy that my favorite teen actor paid me a compliment. I then took my costume and make-up off and changed into a cream-colored slip-in dress, and my hair in a loose ponytail.

A colleague with whom I have a small crush on (just because he's tall and we can talk about movies all day long) came through my room and gave me a hug. His name also starts with D. Another colleague, who's a jolly and large man who's name also starts with the letter D congratulated me in my performance.

They were then followed by a hoard of fans, blocked by my glass walls. I suddenly felt a great desire to reclaim my privacy.


II - Extra Curricular

I then went further into my room, where everything is in a shade of a green of rusted copper. I felt quite at home to be honest. I came at a desk where an old classmate of mine, J.G. simply told me that she's quitting her position as President of the Student Council and that she wanted me to take her place.

My old headmistress cam along, Mrs. V.C., came along shooting pictures. My auntie who lives in the States and her daughter toasted to my health with champagne glasses. My paternal grandmother served wine, which was colored in bluish silver and red, and laid out napkins which matched the color of the wine.


III - Hospital

The scene suddenly changed into that of a hospital, and the room was in cool green shades. My grandmother was the nurse and she was applying some ointment onto my arm. And inasmuch as I wanted private time for myself, people kept on peeking through the little window on the door.

I went out of the hospital and found myself in my university campus. Everything were in shades of gray. I was hungry so I, along with some fellow students, ordered some food from Casaa. The lady told us to ride the jeep to the Shopping Center and claim our meals in their satellite shop. However, the lady forgot to prepare rice for me, and she had to go and get it prepared.

I wanted sinigang, but all I found were pork adobo with onions.

Labels: black, blue, celebration, celebrity, food, gray, green, hospital, red, relatives, silver, stairs, vampire, voyeur, wine

This following dream took place about three weeks ago. I no longer know the exact date of occurence.

Part I - An office

My "dream knowledge" tells me that the big building I was in is my call-center office [1]. However, it looked a lot more vast, and the building felt as if it were more than ten storeys high. It reminded me a lot of the interior of UNESCO Fontenoy branch in Paris, where my father used to work.

I was wearing my jeans, t-shirt with red stripes, trainers and black hoodie jacket. I've used up 20 minutes of my break time and I decided to go down to the cafeteria -- in the basement -- to get some more food.

And what a cafeteria I saw! It was a cross among my old grade school cafeteria in Miriam, the Hogwarts Great Hall and the food court of Tiendecitas. In my panorama, I glimpsed Miriam Highschool Students and various people -- as if the company canteen was open to public.

I looked through various dishes of adobo, tinola and nilaga, but the spaghetti -- presented a this whole ball of noodles -- really caught my fancy; but I still didn't buy it. I also overlooked selections of junkfood. I left the canteen and came upon a small chapel...


Part II - The Communion GORE WARNING. Skip if you must.

My favorite hymn was playing, "Here I am, Lord". It was the communion portion of the mass. To participate, it seemed as if you would have to give part of yourself -- literally.

Everyone had their their bodies open -- from the neck, to the abdomen, just like those "internal organs" statues used as study aids in biology class.

The few people queued in front of me to receive the body of Christ held one of their organs in their hands. A small lady in her late 40s was holding her liver. One healthy middle-aged man held his heart. I lowered my hands towards my abdominal area and took my intestines out.

END OF GORE WARNING


Part III - The Celebrity

It would seem then as if the office and the communion were all a dream. I woke up in a room which had a very warm lighting, and all were in shades of soft yellows and oranges.

My mother came in, and told me to fix my room in the usual, strict tone. As we changed the bedsheets, I came across a tabloid. I held it against the lamp, while my mother was fixing my pillows.

My dream knowledge told me that my father was making lunch in the kitchen "downstairs". In my mind's eye, the food he put on the table disappeared, and biscuits were being crushed between two cars.


SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING. Skip if you must.

I went into another room, which resembled that of my Mom's when she was still single. I laid down on her bed in some black lacy garments (couldn't remember if they were underwear or just nightwear).

A Singer-Celebrity (let's just call him E.I.) stood at the foot of the bed, working an erection up with his own hands. In my mind, I was thinking that he was trying to prove himself not to be gay.

As he entered me, he immediately lost his virility. I then thought he might be impotent. He disappeared.


END OF SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING

Still lying down in my bed, my dentist aunt came rushing in, with a small group of children weilding white sheets of paper. She told me to fill one out, as she would try to determine if I were depressed. I was skeptic that she might be trying to recruit me into Scientology.


Part IV - The Car Chase

As I looked down on the paper, I signed my signature. When I looked up, I was in a dark room -- much like those murky card-table-under-a-lightbulb scenes you see in 1920 flicks. I could feel myself in a male role. I was within a group of shady men in pretty neat clothing, with a bit of cigarette smoke lingering in the air.

I was told to escort someone to deliver a stash of drugs from someone named "Quincy". My partner then, drove a pure orange Ford Tureno, and we went up to a house in a secluded subdivision. "Quincy" then handed an envelope with Php 590.00 (which I counted).

A silver 1960s Ford Mustang (with thick blue stripes going up the hood to the trunk) suddenly threw a flaming bottle of kerosene through our dashboard and knocked my partner out! He still mumbled a command, and asked me to chase them down.

So far so good, I get to chase them down a dark highway -- but the Mustang drove uphill, and I couldn't follow, since I couldn't shift from the fourth gear downwards -- and the gear numbering was all wrong.

- END -

Interpretation

So far, I haven't found the significance of this dream in my current waking life. However, it is not the first time I've come across one where I was driving. I'm glad to say that I've evolved from being driven, to gradually moving forward then stopping, to actually driving slowly then parking, and now, trying to shift gears; for in reality, I haven't taken my driving lessons yet! Haha!

I do like reading the gossip column from time to time. I haven't heard from E.I. in a while, and I watched a bonus DVD of one of my favorite movies where Quincy Jones was mentioned.

For the record, the "Quincy" in my dream was not a black man.

Labels: car, celebrity, church, crowd, driving, food, gore, male role

There are terms that I use when I tell my dreams. I would be updating this should I come up with new ones.

Blur

This usually happens when I have a very troubled night's sleep. I get to see various elements, but not enough to make sense and form a Snippet. I only remember flashes of scenes and objects.

Dream Flood/Flodding

Those nights wherein, not only you remember the details of one dream, but details of two or even more that you had during your "sleep".

Dream Knowledge

It's when you know something besides what's happening in the dream; for instance, you find yourself in a particular place and you know exactly what you're doing there. Or, if you encounter a person whom you've never met in real life, you know who it is and what role s/he is playing in your dream.

Persona

This is when I see myself in a dream. I don't say, "I see me walking towards...", but rather, "I see my persona walking towards..."

Snippet

A ver short dream, usually occuring after a longer dream; also occurs after waking up and I decide to take "five more minutes". =P

I am very much aware of the elements in dreams bearing meaning -- from the emotions, to the words spoken, to the objects, to their color and shape... countless little details that mean a lot!

Inasmuch as I interpret my own dreams, I'm sad to say that I cannot do it for others. I would like to refer you though, to a reliable website:

Dreammoods.com

Or if you have any other sources, please feel free to share them.

With this blog, I would like to welcome those who would like to share their dreams. If you have your own dream blog, please let me know, so we can swap links; or if you have an entry that features a dream of yours and you'd like to share it, feel free to put a link into the comments area of any entry, and I'll be featuring it on my latest entry.

With regards to blogs, please don't forget to give me your screen name and blog title. As for the entries, your screen name and the entry title would be required for reference.

Thank you. Here's to looking forward to a fruitful sharing!

I'll be using this blog to record my dreams -- the ones that I make at night. I will try to post them as accurately as I can, taking from the details I remember to the fullest.

I've always been recording my dreams. Except that I no longer have the time to jot them down in as much detail as I'd like due to the lack of time.

I'll also be trying to interpret them. For some reason, my dreams have always proven to give a glimpse on what would happen to me, or would reveal to me my innermost thoughts, desires and frustration.

I may have to illustrate certain factors of my dreams -- from objects, to structures, to creatures... I'll be trying to capture them as accurately as I can.

Feel free to look around.

I can't promise to have the most accurate title. In the end, my dream's all a muddle of particular things, so the "title" would just aim to be descriptive. I would also aim to divide my dreams into parts, or "scenes".