And so for this dream, my featured celebrity guest would be… TADA! JOHN BARROWMAN! IN NAZI UNIFORM! Straight from “Springtime for Hitler” from The Producers! 8D

Oh vey. LOL. I am looking forward to dreaming about Johnny Depp soon. Please? XDDD

Anyway, in my dream, I was in some coffee shop. I remember quite clearly that I was seated in a corner booth, the floor was in a black and white checked pattern, and the leatherette seats were in some shade of khaki.

So I was there, huddling in a corner. It was supposed to be really cold and I had a muffler on (which I have NEVER done, considering the heat of Manila…). I was having a bagel with jam, a cup of tea in this nice cup with pink flowers and vines painted on it, and some sweet cookies. Then there was also this fancy, silver tea pot on the table, and as I was pouring more tea for myself, John Barrowman arrives slips into the booth, and seats himself across from me… and asks me to pour him some tea as well, into a matching tea cup that he brought with him.

And yes, this is BLONDE Barrowman… in Nazi uniform. I need to stress this. XDDD

So… I poured him some tea, and he apologized that he was late and he wasn’t able to change out of his uniform. I remember we were having pleasant conversation, and we were laughing quite a lot. I finished my bagel, Mr. Barrowman reached over and took my cookie (adorable, I assure you…). We finished our tea, and we then left the diner/coffee shop arm in arm. He was supposed to escort me on a shopping trip or something.

I woke up when the the bell on the door rang upon pulling the door open. XDD

(Another much-delayed post. LOL.)

I had a dream that started out with me just commuting back and forth between what could have been two of my old apartments (I’ve moved a LOT of times over the years…). I remember that I was traveling with a bunch of friends, and from time to time, we’d make short stopovers along the way because I wanted to check out shops that sold nothing but glow sticks and those cheap, thin glow sticks that you can turn into bracelets and stuff.

At one shop, I was taking my time checking out the display window (apparently, in my dream world, there are shops that sell NOTHING but glow sticks. LOL…) because there was a set for ten 6-inch glow sticks, all in different colors, connected by luminous string. I was so bent on getting the whole lot, but I was still debating whether or not to go inside and inquire about how much the set would cost, because I was afraid that I might be a bit short on cash.

As I stood outside the shop window with my friends a jeep (not a jeepNEY) pulled over and this thuggish-looking man got out of it and asked if we could help him hide. Me and my friends all got pretty freaked out, and at first, I was pretty angry and I wanted to leave him behind. He kept asking, though, and I remember he was speaking in this really hushed, gasping, tired, obviously-stressed-and-has-been-running-a-marathon voice.

Finally, he begged me to help him out, and I don’t know why I did it, but I agreed and told everyone that we should help out this guy, who was, for some reason, being chased down by soldiers, or something. e_e;;

After I agreed, he dove into the back of the jeep, and me and my friends surrounded and just acted like we owned the vehicle and we were just hanging out. When it was finally deemed that the coast was clear, I told the guy to get out from hiding, and he carefully climbed out of the jeep.

He thanked me profusely, then laughed. Then… LOL… he pulled off his FACE, like it was made out of cookie dough, to reveal… a really hot guy with a long ponytail. My dream self was surprised, and probably blushed, because… OMG HE WAS HOT. Hahahaha! Yeah, the drawing up there would be a rough estimation of how cute he was. XDDD

Sadly, I woke up after that. XDDD

Haven’t been able to sit down and churn out/queue posts recently. ^^;; 

Anyway, some time ago, I had a dream wherein the guest of the day was Helena Bonham Carter. LOL.

The dream was set in the condo in Eastwood where I’m staying with friends at the moment. In one corner of the room is a window which has been the designated smoking area. There’s a chair right beside that window, as well as a low bench (which doubles as a table… or is it a table doubling as a bench..?) and a bunch of stools. Whenever people are over, the smokers tend to gather around that window, which is why all those seats are clustered in that area.

In the dream, I was seated on the low bench, my usual spot, and Helena was on the chair across from me. We were just sitting there, smoking. She was wearing a long, black dress with long sleeves. I remember that I spent some time wondering if it was lace or taffeta that I saw peeking from the hem. She had a red, wool shaw around her, and she had her feet up on one of the stools, so I was able to take note of her leather, knee-high boots (suspiciously similar to a pair that I own… hehehe…).

Supposedly, we just sat there talking. It could have been minutes, half an hour, an hour, hours… you know how dreams are. 

Eventually, she looked at her gold watch on her right wrist, said that she had to go, and proceeded to snuff out her cigarette in the ash tray. I got up, too, and got ready to show her out of the condo. She picked up her purse/bag from a nearby coffee table, fixed her shawl, then turned to me and said, “Just smile, okay?”

Then I woke up. XDDD

LOL I’ll do my best, ma’am. XDD

So the other night, I had a dream where, through some sets of circumstances I don’t quite remember, I ended up being sold into prostitution.

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LOL WTF. HONESTLY. WTF. XDDDD

I remember that at first, I resented it so much and I would try to attack this anonymous person who is supposedly the reason why I was being turned into a ho in the first place. I’d try to grab whatever happened to be nearby, like chairs or plates, and just try to charge at the bastard, or throw something at him/her/whatever. I just wanted to hurt that person.

Of course, all my attempts to do so were unsuccessful, because I’d somehow end up face flat on the floor as I get tackled by the house bouncers or bodyguards. e_e;;;

So, in my dream, after a certain point, I kind of… hmm… resigned myself, I suppose, to the fact that I can’t escape, and that I had to do what I was told for the meantime, until I could figure out a way to escape.

Thankfully, this didn’t turn out to be some sort of sex dream or whatever. In the dream, I was always on an “off hour” or “off day”, performing maintenance on what seemed to be costumes, masks and wigs.

It felt like I had to service a certain type of clientele (cosplay fetishists?? LOL), and the last that I remember from my dream was that I was just so raging angry, because I was fixing a wig that I needed to wear for this client, I put it down on my dressing table (yeah, we had dressing rooms with mirrors lined with lightbulbs and all… pretty swanky for a whore house, isn’t it..?) for a while to fetch an accessory I meant to add to it, I came back and the wig was gone.

I was upset because it was my supposedly favorite wig, and it was important that I made the client happy, which would be difficult, now that the wig that I needed for that ensemble (whatever it was…) was missing. I remember it was a wig that had this really funky cut: straight bangs, combined with a bob up to the chin, combined with layered wisps up the middle of the back. It was black, with the tips frosted in bright red. Picture provided to give an idea on the color of the Wig of Destiny (TM).

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LOL. Sorry, still weirded out. WTF?? XDDDDD

(February 23, 2011)

Maybe I’m just still bummed out that I didn’t get to attend the UP Fair last weekend or whatever, but anyway, I had a dream set in the UP Sunken Garden.

First of all, it was the last few days of the world before Armageddon. Again.

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Still with me? Good.

I was sitting on a rock, talking to… someone, some guy. A friend, I guess? And I remember just looking at the horizon, where there was a setting sun, and cartoon-y silhouette of a boy and a girl kissing against it. My vision zoomed out (I KNOW RIGHT??) to reveal an incredibly orange sky which was slowly turning to dusk.

I finished my cigarette, told my friend that I was ready, then we both broke out into a full run, apparently in an effort to get away from the nasty stuff, which was the darkness in the sky. As we ran, we also had to dodge spots on the ground with deep, gaping fissures.

For those who are familiar with it, just imagine the UP sunken garden, except where there should be tree stumps, there are mounds of earth, veined with stuff that looked like lava and surrounded by evil-looking cracks. Occasionally, those mounds spewed out billowing towers of gray gas, complete with lightning and all. Maybe it was ash or just smoke, but whatever it was, my dream self and its friend decided that it should be avoided at all costs.

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(Originally posted, February 2011, on Plurk… I lost the link, and I’m too lazy to dig for it again. Sorry.)

So Elea, Jie, Jyli, Dave, Doms and me went to this old, three-storey townhouse. The ones that look like those old row houses in Sampaloc. It was all narrow outside, but inside, each floor was the size of a ballroom.

Once inside, Doms started playing DJ to an audience of 3 (Jyli, Dave and me), and we were dancing, until we got bored and we wandered off. We went into one of the dorm rooms and Jyli showed me the windows.

They were just casement type windows… except jyli stuck coffee cups and saucers on them in some pattern. Some had coffee in them. Stuck to the glass. Without spilling.

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(Originally posted, January 31, 2011, on Plurk)
 
Weird dream season all over again… It was… a narrative. X__x

A narrative that was interspersed with a scene of me heading out to go to work in the Makati CBD (had to take the Pasay Road jeepney for some reason). It showed the people I encountered in the during the ride. People who were totally random and I didn’t know IRL… and one tried to steal my baon (packed lunch). WHILE all THAT was happening, I was struggling to hold on to my packed lunch AND organize the contents of my bag, which, for some reason, was full of office supplies.

I also had trips to Bonifacio Global City in a shuttle, using roads that made me acrophobic, past a park with a wushu class, with practicioners who did their exercises in very constricted spaces… O_o;;

Anyway, the narrative in between all these scenes, was in the style of Utena or Zetsubo Sensei. Faded, sepia, monotones, pastels. In my head, a voice was narrating a separate story.

It was the story of Bill and Bob. A girl and a guy android. Bill had frumpy, wild hair and was good-looking. A guy who looked like he had a bad temper. Bob was a sweet, sweet girl. She had a bob haircut and a quiet disposition.

Bill liked going around in a yukata. Bob liked more western clothes.

They lived for thousands of years.

From time to time, they’d find some humans to live with, and they’d Dance the Dance (whatever “the Dance” is) with them and be happy for a while.

But they’d find out later on that in truth, the humans were terrified of them.

So Bob and Bill just decided to keep to themselves for millenia, riding in some sort of electric carriage through space, contentedly gazing at the stars and watching planets go by.

(I tried to make a quick sketch of Bob and Bill when I woke up, as shown in that blurry webcam photo up there. LOL Sorry my drawing sucks. XDD But yeah, in my head they sort of looked like that.)

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(Originally posted, February 1, 2011, on Plurk)

I just had a delicious dream where I was out with friends, and everywhere we went, the sweetest, most perfect seedless grapes were being served. It was so, so… luscious. XDDD

I AM, of course, now very hungry.

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(Originally posted September 5, 2009, in LiveJournal)

In my dream, I was hurrying to work, except our building lobby was tiny, and to get to the office, I had to go up actual sets of stairs. So I got through the door, and the guard asked me my name. I showed him my ID, and another guard walked up and told me the other guy was new and let me pass. So I left them as the other guard was giving the newbie some pointers.

The office, in my dream, was a humongous version of my old class room in sixth grade. A rectangular space with wooden floors boards and wooden chairs, lined all around with jalousie windows. Except it was air-conditioned. Haha! Anyway, upon getting to the “office”, my dream self was thinking how she should get ready for a written exam which was apparently part of work.

While waiting for the test to begin, I saw some of my current officemates milling about, all apparently also waiting for the exam, whatever it was. One of them told me to grab something to eat first as we waited for the exam to begin. I headed for the direction I was pointed to, and found that a side of the room has been allocated to a couple of buffet tables. The tables were laden with native rice cakes and ice cream.

Meanwhile, past the cakes, there were shelves filled with random things for sale, like a thrift shop. I was going through the stuff and I spotted a lot of things that I wanted. I also found several copies of a book supposedly written by a friend of ours, Mitch Azarcon. Her name was on the cover of the book, and I was so happy that I bought two copies. I had no idea what the book was about though.

As I continued shopping, I basically just picked up items from shelves and had them carted off to a corner to dump with the rest of the stuff I was buying. I didn’t even bother to check price tags. Also, suddenly, other friends were there. Cliff and Maoi were shopping as well, so were Ian and Jyli, and Jed was complaining that he found something he really wanted to buy but didn’t have the cash for it at the moment (it looked like some hairpiece shaped like an elaborate flower with a yellow gem or something in the middle).

Then I found this dish that I really wanted. It was like one of those Ming Dynasty plates, made of heavy porcelain and with blue designs on it. I wanted to get more of it, when this black lady approached me to tell me that she had more stock upstairs (and when I say “black”, I mean the African-American type). She had short, straight, shoulder-length hair, she was a little on the heavy side, and she wore a nice gray suit, heels, and gold earrings.

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