Dreamland
Dream Blog: She’s Not Dating The Gangster (Yet? Hopefully)
I swear to God, I don’t read Wattpad or any of its cheesy anime-style covered churn-outs that you can buy from your local convenience store. So when I had a gangster-themed dream last night, I found it strange yet interesting.
I was on a foggy bridge with Fernan, Kel, Rap, another pretty big guy I definitely know but forgot who, and Joy. We were waiting on the bridge for some punks to show up so we can beat the Daniel Padilla out of them. Instead of letting the time pass idly, my friends decided to wisely spend it by training me. Apparently, even my dreams, I am a damn noob.
The first to teach me was Fernan. He tried to teach me how to properly land a punch. He explained the importance of footwork and the proper stance, and then did a demonstration, which he told me to imitate, so I did. As I emulated him, I noticed a pair of sharp eyes intently watching my every move. Joy’s. Come to think of it, it was quite peculiar for a girl like her to be found in a potential turf war. What was her role? A fighter too? Our manager? The one who will record the fight? I don’t know. If this dream is fully fabricated by my subconscious, then I guess I have a pretty creative, cool, and badass subsconscious. If this dream is a vision based on a current or upcoming reality, then she is or will become either a street-wise street-tough girl with killer moves or one of those guys from Inception who jacks dreams.
Anyway, I’m digressing. As she watched me, I felt pressured, as if I had the need to step up. Well, any heterosexual male would feel the same if a cute girl watches them, more so if that particular attractive female is fancied by the guy. I’m a writer, not a fighter, but I had to make her think I’m cool, so I did my best. Thankfully, I did, so Fernan commended me.
After the short fisticuffs training session came idle chit-chat, which was followed by something…annoying. Rap grabbed me by the waist and attempted to suplex me for no apparent reason. As he did, he told me that I was so light and that I need to bulk up. Apparently, he’s the part of my subconscious that’s telling me to get ripped. Anyway, when both my feet were thrashing in midair, I asked for Rap to put me down, which he thankfully did. Unfortunately, it was already too late – my nonexistent gangster toughness has already been tarnished in Joy’s jet-black aquiline eyes.
She had a severe case of the giggles, so much so that she had to cover her lips, clutch her stomach, and bend a few degrees forward to contain it. Confound it all to the highest of heavens! I thought that she probably thought of me was a wimp, so I got pissed with myself, which caused a “kick” and woke me up. I looked at the clock. 7:30-something, so I got up and wrote this.
I wonder where did all that come from? Maybe a fight’s about to go down really soon. Then again, I’ve been fighting (not literally) all my life, so I guess it just means that another epic chapter’s about to come really soon. Or maybe the writer in me just wanted to have something to put in this blog. I don’t know.
P.S. If Joy were a gangster girl, she’d be Aoi Kunieda from Beelzebub.
The physical similarities are uncanny. I wonder if she can also wield a katana just as wickedly?
Dream Blog: From The Beach To A Double Date
Sorry for the reused photo…
So, two nights ago, the Sandman sent me to a place with a lot of sand…
I was on a white sand beach during a cloudy day. I didn’t feel like swimming, so I just sat on top of my SUV (I have an SUV?!), thinking about the usual things I think about in life. Then suddenly, Lin called me up, asking me what I was doing. I told her I was doing nothing, so we drove off. Next thing I know, the two of us were having a meal at a well-lit restaurant that has really white walls with Anj Moon and Kel (how did they know each other?!). Well, anyway, I was glad that I was with Lin eating really delicious food, that she’s breaking her diet and is eating rice and this unknown viand that is rich in coconut milk, and that Kel was with Anj because I’m sure she’s definitely his type, she’s much too young for him though (she’s 19, he’s around 25?), but who cares? They look good together, and Lin and I surely look good together as well.
Maybe we’ll be going to the beach soon? And with Lin, FINALLY! But why was I wasting what could’ve been a beautiful beach day with Lin by sitting it out when I love the beach so much (and Lin? LOL)? And maybe Kel’s gonna get a girlfriend soon, although I doubt it’d be Anj. Well, if it’s Anj, then that’d be good.
Dream Blog: Not-So-Poison Ivy On My Birthday
Okay, so it’s my birthday (more on that later) and the Sandman gave me an early present…
I was at home, doing my usual stuff, then suddenly the doorbell rang. Much to my surprise, it’s a morena girl with a very Filipina face, slim frame with sizeable breasts, and she was wearing a fuchsia top and white pants. Her name is Ivy.
We just stayed at home, but then we got bored, so we went out to play League of Legends in a computer shop. Apparently, there’s this new game mode, so we tried it out. After playing for a few hours, we headed back home. But before I could hit the doorbell so that my folks could open up, Ivy saw a fat old lady holding up an umbrella, walking side by side with a tall lanky man. She went up to the old lady and asked for directions on how she could get home. In hindsight, it’s quite funny to go somewhere without knowing your way back, right? Well, anyway, after asking the old lady, she told me she’ll be on her way back home. I was dumbfounded for a few seconds, then I regained my thought, chased after her, and asked her number so that we could see each other again. Then I woke up.
I wonder who Ivy is. And too bad I didn’t get her actual number.
Dream Blog: Dreaming Of Autumn In Summer
“All I know is that in my dreams you love me…”
-In My Dreams,Reo Speedwagon
When a dream is so beautiful, waking up to reality almost feels like dying, a stab straight to the heart…
I was standing across the pedestrian lane towards some mall, waiting for someone. Finally, she arrives…Lin, with smiles on her lips and crescent chinita eyes warmer than the summer on her beautiful face. A little small talk, then we walk towards the mall. I swear, it felt so beautifully real that I thought it’s a dreamlike reality when it was actually the other way around.
But even in a dream, a place that possesses perfection only second to heaven, I still had a realistic and human worry – work. In the dream, I actually skipped work just to be with Lin, and I didn’t even make a sorry lie of an excuse to my beautiful boss Ma’am Gab, and we’re already buying tickets for a movie titled “Autumn” that starts playing at 3:43, which isn’t even a real movie but I didn’t notice because I’m too captivated with Lin to do so, and work starts at 5, which means Ma’am Gab will call me during the movie and I’m certainly damned in work. BUT I DIDN’T CARE, not because I’m badass, but because my dream finally came true and nothing else mattered at that moment. Once again, I thought wrong – my daydream just became a dream in every sense of the word.
After bumping to my pastor, which I even introduced to Lin despite being told not to go out on dates with just the two of us because of the risk of temptation, we ate at this Chinese restaurant and I ordered sweet and sour pork. It’s probably Chowking. I hope not, I wouldn’t want to take her out on a mere fastfood chain, but then again anything’s more than alright as long as I’m with her. Once again, we had chitchat and small talk, and I don’t even know what it’s about, but I don’t care, for she was so close to me that I could see nothing else but her beautiful face and hear her beating heart.
After we eat comes the main event, the theater. I know I’ve been with her for what seems like hours already even though it’s just actually minutes in real life (Inception much?), but it still feels too good to be true, which actually is! Anyway, I sat there, watching the trailers and her watch the trailers, and then the trailers show this movie where Ultron is beating the living LED lights out of Iron Man, and when he succeeds he says that he has finally defeated Megaman, so in my head I was “NO! THAT’S IRON MAN, STUPID!”. I thought of something. The gears of my cerebrum started turning, waking me to the reality and the realization that it was all and nothing but a beautiful dream. Beautiful, but just a dream nonetheless.
I was awake in bed, still gasping as if I was on the shore after nearly drowning, thinking of her and how painful is the truth that I am stuck here in this reality where Lin is the subject of my unrequited feelings that have no assurance of being returned whatsoever, where I got less better things to do like watch movies and anime or read manga and novels, and where I got training for work at 1PM which isn’t even paid and considered as overtime. And perhaps the worst part in all of this is that I never could go back, my link to that wondrous feeling eternally severed. Damn it, this reality blows, for I have nothing to look forward to. I wish I never woke up and got stuck in an infinite loop of beautiful dreams like that.
Oh how I wish that the reason why I woke is because reality will soon be as good as a dream. If not, I’ll hook myself to one of those machines they use in Inception. Oh Lin, in this scorching summer you are my autumn, for like the leaves I have fallen for you in this world and the other one.
P.S.
I have a theory that maybe dreams are visions of alternate events in an alternate reality. Maybe in another world, faraway across the stars, we’re chatting each other, talking about the date we had.
Dream Blog: Inoue
It’s been quite some time since I dreamed something vivid enough for me to remember. So last night, I finally did…
I was in some mall’s food court, sitting with three girls, but I was only talking to one of them who I never got the name, so I’ll just call her “Inoue” because she’s a fair-skinned chinita that got a long bright near-orange blonde wavy hair that reaches up to her back and a rather sizable chest under a white shirt.
I don’t know what we were talking about in particular, but it’s definitely has something to do with dating or flirting. Then she walks off to go to the washroom, so I ask Aiza, one of my coworkers who was with Inoue at that time (Why was she with Inoue anyway? Crazy brain..), for her digits, and she writes it on a piece of tissue. Then finally Inoue returns, telling us to go somewhere, and that’s when I woke up. Damn it, I’m not sure if I just can’t remember the things she told me or the dream itself got no sound.
Oh Inoue…I wonder if that somewhere you want to go to is reality…
I put the I in the UNIVERSE. I hope I can put U too. 