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.