Losing tickets

I dreamed of this a few days ago.

It was noon or daytime and I was on the street together with many people rushing our way to the nearest theater where a one-of-a-kind concert was about to start. I was hurriedly making my way to the theater and overtook the others.

As I reached the entrance, they asked me to show my ticket. As I reached my pocket, I couldn't find my ticket anymore. I searched everywhere, but it's nowhere to be found. I was starting to get pissed, because I knew I have one.
I could hear the show starting, and featured artists performing already.

I told the one selling the ticket to just give me another one and I'll pay for it. He agreed.

After that, I went to the next level of the theater. Then again, the security asked for my ticket. I reached for my pocket to show them the ticket but it was lost again. Damn! What was happening? I told myself. I told them this was the 2nd time I lost my ticket at the same time.
They wouldn't let me in at first and held me up for long.

I desperately requested them to let me in. After years, they showed mercy and let me in.

I sat at the back row of the balcony. Unfortunately, the show was about to end already.

F*ck.

Eat the cake(s).

This dream happened 2 weeks ago.

I was in the city, can't remember where I was coming from, walking around until I found a convenience store somewhere and went inside. I felt that I'm hungry and I might as well look for something heavy and good to eat. I was looking around for about 15 minutes or more, all I was seeing were bread, snacks, and other stuff.

Around the corner, there was this big stand containing different cake flavors, of all sizes, shapes and colors. I could see people flocking the area. I approached the stand and was marveled by what I had seen. I was looking at the feast of many pastry enthusiasts like me. I took big slices of 3 different cakes, I remember them being of color green, red and brown. Maybe they were of strawberry, lime and chocolate flavors. The cakes were quite expensive, and people were staring at me as I was frantically making my way to the slices. I didn't care, as long as I knew the money I'd be paying for would be worth it.

I went to the end of the long line before the cashier. I found some bread beside the counter and took a few. Already hungry, and knowing I'd still have to wait for a few minutes, I decided to take a few bites from the bread.

Meanwhile, I heard someone nearby calling me. I turned around and saw my Aesthetic professor, Ms. Winnie, sitting and taking a break as well. We had a long conversation, but I cannot remember anymore what we were exactly talking about.

When it was my turn to pay to the cashier, I realized I already finished eating the bread. The lady at the cashier told me, "Wow, you are really hungry, kid. You finished eating the bread without even paying first for it. Hahaha." We laughed but she assured me it's okay. So I paid for the bread I had eaten, as well as the slices of the cakes I took before. I remember paying P311.00.

I went out and left the place with a smile on my face.

Unconcsious Communication

It is said the we can communicate with the dead through our dreams. And I truly believe it.
Almost every night before I sleep, there is never a moment that I don't think of my late grandparents, especially my grandmother.

2 nights ago, grandpa visited me in my dreams. The setting was inside their old room, long before when the house wasn't renovated yet. All things were in their usual place - the rocking chair on the left, their bed on the middle , the television in front. We were inside the room, and I was just casually talking to him. It was just a fun and light conversation and parts I remember about the conversation is that he would regularly visit me in my dreams, and I was telling him how amazing this mode of visit was. I was telling him things like, though he's dead, we'd still see each other as usual.

This morning, I woke up after the same dream, but this time, with my grandmother. I was in a phonebooth, and I could hear her voice over the phone. We were checkin' each other; I'm telling her I miss her and I love her, and she was saying the same thing. In the dream, it seemed like I know she's already dead, but she came back to regularly visit me as she was saying. Her voice on that dream resonates vividly until now that I'm awake and writing this.

It's a good thing. Though I miss them so badly every day, I'm still happy that they are watching me from up above. It may sound so cheesy but I would do anything to make my old folks proud until the rest of my days.

Mystery Quest. Foreigners. Electrecuted.

The title contains the keywords about what happened to me unconsciously last night. But the totality was vague. I couldn't remember the exact twist of events or the narrative correlation of each.

Mystery Quest. I remember walking on sidewalks on daytime, looking around stores and establishments or houses. I entered one, which had wooden-framed square glass windows. I was looking for someone or something, which I cannot remember anymore.

Another part of the dream I remember (I'm trying hard to picture it!) brought me back to my mom & dad's previous house interior. I totally forgot what I was doing there.

Foreigners. In another part of the dream, I remember walking on sidewalks (again..) but in a crowded place. It seemed like I was also walking on circles and all around, finding my way to nothingville. The place was like an old but still active shopping mall or shopping place, with gray exteriors. There were many people, and as I was making may way, I kept on bumping on to Amercians or whoever caucasians present there.

Electrecuted. Following the 'foreigners' segment, as I found my way out the shopping place, in an open area beside it, but still there was a maddening crowd and I kept on finding my way out, I saw a lot of men on ladders trying to reach the ceiling. People were at the base for support and help. I guess they were all trying to fix the lights. The place was somehow old, that's why. As I was walking around, bumping to people, making my way, I could see every person's eyes were glued on the men on the ladders. As I continued to walk away, I heard a loud explosion followed by explosive amounts of scream. I looked back and saw the men on ladders being zapped and roasted alive. The commotion started and people were freaking out. I rapidly made my way out. guess I managed to escape the madness after all.

Museo Pambata

This is the latest entry. I dreamt about this just last night (or should I say just this dusk 'til dawn! Haha.)

It's true that whatever you're thinking about in your conscious thoughts, even transcends through the subconscious.

Now that I'm taking my senior thesis class, I'm going gaga over paperworks and researches. Museo Pambata (check www.museopambata.org for more information) is my choice for my product/service/institution.

In my dream, I went to Museo Pambata. But the museum resembled like our house, or should I say, the museum was built on our house! I entered the office and it was my mom and dad's room. The directors were there working. I was looking for the PR Director, Ms. Chie Sales, and the woman there told me to look over the window. I saw "Ms. Chie" coming out from another door and trying to fix some things. The door where she came out was exactly the same entrance of our sari-sari store. (Take note: I haven't even met Ms. Chie! perhaps the physical manifestation of Ms. Chie in my dream is not actually what she looks like in reality!)

Later on I met the Marketing Director, Ms. Nalyn Castillo upon walking out the office door, and as she was coming in. I asked her "Aren't you ms Castillo?". She replied in a disinterested manner, "Yes I am." and then she turned her back and went it. I was like, was a snob! (In reality, she was the one I contacted first. She asked me to sent her first my inquiries through e-mail, but days passed and I haven't been getting any single reply from her. Or she just dictated me a wrong e-mail add. I don't care anymore. Haha.)

I went out and saw the whole exterior of the museum (which resembles our house still) but surrounded with more trees. It seemed like it was in a secluded area of nothingville.

Afterwards, my highschool friend Misha showed up, inviting me to come to their house because there'll be a party wherein more of our highschool friends will come. I refused to go but she kept on insisting. I told her I have so much more to do regarding school works.

It ended there. What a weird dream indeed.

The Amazing Race

Due to my addiction on the reality series, The Amazing Race, weeks ago, I remember dreaming about me doing it. I remember doing it a lot of teams, each team comprising of 4 members.

The first challenge was riding a bike from a certain point of the location to another. I can surely remember picking up my bag and opening the next clues just like in the reality show! Haha. And I felt extreme adrenaline rush in the dream. The next challenge was to ride a moving bench through a long dim-lighted corridor with visual effects of lightning flashing around and background sounds of thunder and other roaring sounds. It was totally weird and crazy. When we reached the next end, I went down the stairs, found myself in a place that resembles the interior of my former school (I always dream about my old school). Beside a classroom, the stairs were located. Other teams were there. We were all wearing white with the logo on the shirt. I stood behind the last one on the line. I dunno what we were falling in line for.

That's all I remember. Haha.

She's Here, There, and Everywhere

Almost a week before my grandmother died, I dream about her. In my dream (I forgot the other details but I can still cite few things I remember) I was in a certain place, where there were lots of people - a mixture of acquaintances and some I don't even know. They were all talking to each other, in different manners, in every corner they were, words I have never even understood.

A part of the dream took me to a certain place where my grandmother was lying down on the bed. My sister sat beside her. All I can remember was me, hugging her, telling her how much I love her and how much I'm gonna miss her. After that, I woke up crying.


June 25, 2008. Two days ago. After all was said and done, and I've been waiting for her to visit me in my dreams again (superstition say that departed love ones reach out and communicate to the living through their subconscious thoughts - and I believe in that!), and yes, finally she did visit me.

The night before I slept, my mind was in total chaos due to the thesis requirements that need to be well-thought of and done as soon as possible. I prayed to God and asked for my Lolo & Lola's intervention to give me strength to make it through this challenge as well as peace of mind.

In the dream, I was in a mall (similar to the Mall of Asia, but very different). It was like a round centerstage, like an open field; stores and other facilities and outlets are surrounding it. There was an ongoing fashion show at the 1st level and I was watching from the side railing of the 2nd level. The fashion show had this 'under the sea' theme.I can even remember the runway being soaked in water, like a long river gushing through the ramp. The towering gorgeous models walk simultaneously after another, wearing Crocs-like shoes but with high heels and enormous fish tails or flaps or whatever.

Afterwards, I realized that mom was beside me, talking to some people. She and the rest of the people there were wearing red shirts altogether for a reason I didn't know. Later on I walked away, observed the place, walked around. From a far, I saw an old man. Is that lolo? I thought. The outfit, the mannerism, the stance - that's him! But I was hesitant whether I would approach him or not, thinking if it was really him or it was just a mistake. So I didn't bother.

I continued walking around, until I reached a part of the place where there was not a single person ogling. Suddenly, someone tapped my back and I looked over my shoulder. There stood my lola stood behind me. "ERIK!" She hugged me. "Why don't you tour me around this place?" She said enthusiastically. We both walked together, wandered around and enjoyed each other's company. When we both became very tired, we found a bench and she sat there as I laid my head on her lap. "Why don't you rest on me for a while? Don't woryy, it's ok." She caressed my head. I was very happy at that time. Then I remembered something, "By the way, lola! I saw lolo a while ago. He was there talking with another man. But I'm now sure if it's really him." "That man is not your lolo... He just looked like him." She assured me.

In a few minutes, I dozed off. When I woke up, my lola was gone. I stood up and looked for her but I couldn't see her around anymore. Afterwards, my mom saw me and came to me. "I saw lola! She's here a while ago." Before my mom could even speak, ASTOUNDINGLY.... Former THE BUZZ host KRIS AQUINO butt in and interviewed me about my meeting with lola. I freaked out on her every question and words.

And that's the end of my dream.

From the look of it, my grandmother and even my grandfather did tell me to be strong by showing up in a dream and implying that message to me. After that, I had myself collected and I felt stronger and motivated to face the following challenges. I'm gonna miss my old folks! But I'm gonna make them really proud when I succeed.

Death Cab For Cuties

Remember Tisay, my pet dog which was featured in a previous post? I forgot to tell that she died last September 17, 2007. She had been confined at the vet for a few days. She had a liver infection, which she already had when she was born. I was at school when she died, and it was noontime. My mom sent me a message via cellular phone and I was totally devastated that day. Since my dismissal was late in the afternoon. They couldn't wait for me so they buried her under the little garden in front of our house. I'd been really depressed in those times. I'm gonna miss her.


And May 7 of this year, my loving grandmother died, after 6 months of battling with pancreatic cancer. The death cab had arrived at took her at 3:00 pm. No need to narrate everything - in short, it's the heaviest rain that poured on to my life. I love her so much and I'm gonna miss her too. She's my guardian angel now, and she'll always remain here in my heart.