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.