Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts

Friday, April 10, 2009

Ang Parusa ng MASA…

Ngayon, nagkukwentuhan kami ni JM tungkol sa mga weird naming panaginip na hindi namin inaasahan. Yung sa kanya, talagang masakit sa damdamin at gustung-gusto ko sana siyang tulungan. Pero wala rin akong magawa, kaya kinuwento ko rin yung sakin, medyo weird pero normal lang din naman kung tutuusin.

Ang hindi namin matanggap sa mga panaginip namin kagabi ay ang realidad na pag nangyari nga ito ay wala na kaming kawala. Masasaktan at masasaktan kami nang hindi namin inaasahan. Yung sa akin, ayos parin pero hindi naman kasi ako sigurado sa mangyayari, at saka parang masagwa rin naman yung nangyari. Kay JM naman, hindi naman siya karapat-dapat na masaktan nang ganoon, di siya deserving.

Bigla tuloy namin naisip na kasalanan namin kagabi kasi yung quiz app sa FB na Sinong Pinoy Papansin Personality Ka? e ang resulta ni JM si Dean Madame Auring ng MASA. Baka ika namin e pinaparusahan kami ng butihing dean namin. Hala. Pinagkatuwaan kasi namin kagabi eh. Sorry po Dean Madame! Madame Dean! Sorry sorry sorry…

 

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Weirdest Dream Ever.

I know I have been posting and relating to this blog about the dreams I encounter and vividly remember. And also, I have said the line “weirdest dream” for the nth time. But this time, allow me to prove that this has been yet another of the weirdest dreams I’ll have in my entire lifetime.

As I waited for the BBF Megaup download tonight, this dream I had last night suddenly came into my thoughts.

Again, the dream has no proper sequence. All scenes are consistently random, and they do not make a sense at all. But it has distinguishing themes per part, so I really can’t forget it. Like the scene for instance that I was being called by a Prof to assist her in her… Alcoholism. Yup. To protect the identity of the Prof, I won’t mention her name…

The other vivid scene went before that. I was being called by a surname of someone close to me, but then again I wasn’t paying attention so my classmate tapped me and said, “Ikaw kaya yun!”. I glanced at them, and realized, yes, I was the Mrs. _____ the Prof was calling. Ooh. Talking about marriage and stuff. I guess I wasn’t ready for that.

Anyway, the dream has no specific ending but another scene that was just like inside my 141 class. Room 201 I guess… :) I better not mind this, since tonight I’m going to have another dream—hopefully not as weird or weirder as that. Maybe less weird.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Another Weird Dream

I only took notice of dreams when they’re one of the weirdest, and of course when they have a weird plot. Earlier, I dreamed of a lot of things: calling out our dog Shabutaro but him ignoring me so I called him Lassie and he still didn’t look, registering for a cedula at  a dark and weird Municipal office/city hall with personnel that doubt my UP Form 5 as something to use for registration, a party in our house with a pink cake and all my other friends as attendees, a new empty house with 10 floors and the 10th floor is a storage room where that house appears more of an apartment to me, some old ABBA boarders reuniting in my “party”, me eating a lot of sweets including some weird brown elongated biscuit more like broas but better in taste, someone asking me if I’d like to view my boyfriend’s photo albums wherein I agreed since he’s gonna view mine too, and the same pink cake which has a silver ring that I bit to check if it’s real and if I could be able to eat it with the cake—that’s together with the coins in a wedding the one that is colored silver and placed into a container-like thingy. All these comprised in my weird dream.

Actually there are some other things I could not put here since in my dream, they are supposed to be censored. Oooh. Wanna know what that is? Nah, I’m not telling. Okay, fine, it’s an orgy—a sex orgy where I am one of the attendees and also my boyfriend. Shocking, huh? Well yeah, and also me and my boyfriend doing the thing almost in front of many people while watching a movie in a private living room with people I don’t even know. Wah, sooo strange!!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Afternoon Dreams

My heart thumps faster and I cannot tell why. Oh, is this the pressure on 131 still living within the recesses of my mind? Duh. Tell me about it.

I only woke up having a dream of a weird building with 30 floors (or was it 45), and I was there in an elevator with my mom and my girl friend’s ex-boyfriend. We were talking when I pressed wrong buttons, and ending up skyrocketing to the 70th or was it 80th floor. I tried to prevent it from totally crashing up, and I pulled a sort of emergency trigger (a rope). It did help, a bit, and the next thing was our crashing down the opposite direction, with some rope triggering I avoided total instantaneous crash, but it was of no help. Was it a negative floor I clicked? I just saw my side (head) bleeding, so heavily I had to run in circles checking if the people I’m with are okay. The worst part? I thought we were all dead and that it was my soul who wanders around asking for questions.

Why are we on that building anyway? There’s a grand debut. I don’t know if it was C’s sister Viel’s or some other classmate’s sister. We were there to attend and they impose strict rules on invites and the “bouncers” check everyone who come in. I saw a few batch of high school classmates watching the event through a screen outside the ballroom, with formal wear and that. A “bouncer” let them in, finally after some screening. I stood in awe as I was in a separate staircase, watching the screen of the happenings in the debut and of course the roster of people I know there.

Okay, so the elevator event was supposedly next. Then, I just found myself riding a green jeep out of the place—which in fact was UP Diliman Campus! I was surprised by it. Then the green jeep went as far as EDSA Central! Omg. It was crazy! I asked for directions and I saw a terminal of several jeepneys with no Pasig Palengke on it. I saw a few people I know: Meicy, and a couple of her friends. Then I suddenly wondered when I saw an old classmate from PCA—Mickey. Mickey Mouse, I even referred to him. I called him out and I was asking him what had happened to him. Then we talked of a certain classmate and he told me he died. I could not believe. I even told Mickey I just saw him in an event at school where he attended one of my classes. Okay, so our conversation was over. I went back to the terminal only to find the Pasig jeeps gone.

Next scene was Meicy and her group holding beddings. I asked, What? You’re going to sleep here? Then she said, Yeah, we stay here. The next jeep’s in the morning. I went away, and I also saw Renee my classmate trying to sleep as well. Oh my, I have to go home, I muttered to myself. So I rushed to the lady in the uniform and there was a sort of MRT station near there, and she had me assisted. After that she talked to a security guard and have given me specific instructions on how to go home.

The dream ended when I heard a YM conversation sound. Pop it went, and I opened the laptop lid. Ooh, so there it was. I didn’t know if I managed to go home. Hmn. I guess I did. But I didn’t know if the people I was with in the elevator managed to be alive like me. Probably not?

Monday, February 9, 2009

Yet Another Weirdest Dream

Crocodiles under a tree sprouting to get you, a large tree inside a second floor building, two exorcists, Card Captor Sakura within me, a badminton tournament, and school chaos, someone on MMK, a birthday cut-out heart, an icing placed on top of a fruit cake bought for one peso, a weird gift shop—those were the elements of my dream earlier. Truly, it was one of the weirdest at this time.

I could not possibly remember everyone that had been in my dream except for those I know—my mom, C-chan, Katrina, Chasen, Jose, Ronces, Mrs. Zabala (deceased 1st grade adviser and High school Principal at PCA), Kathrine, Kog… and of course the unfamiliar face of the hot exorcist that I thought was the live version of Naru from Ghost Hunt, the fat exorcist by his side with yellow hair and the same pendant of something like a diamond-shaped gold, bullet-like thingy and crosses. These people all dwelled in my short dream of many instances and scenes. I don’t know if there was a real plot like when I turned into Sakura Kinomoto and used the Fly and Shield cards to prevent myself from being eaten by an unknown creature lurking at the PCA Elementary School Building. And just below it, I could remember I was chosen to join a doubles badminton tournament with my green racket. Oooh. To make matters worse, I don’t know badminton at all. It so does remind me of my 1st year in High School PE class where I got a 75 on the singles part.

The story of my dream itself didn’t tell me any intuitive clue about something I was thinking of. It was just a series of events that I don’t have any idea on. Yes, everything happens in a dream and that dream may be something I would never wish would happen (but certainly, I want to meet the hot exorcist with cool black hair and mysterious eyes—he held my hand back there!). Anyway, I was just happy I began seeing human and supernatural dreams at the same time again (the last one was the spy girl thingy) and to think that anime dream crossed it. Wow, what a nice dream.

Friday, February 6, 2009

In the Nick of TIME

6 am, my biological clock worked. I settled in front of my Tablemate (TM) and opened the laptop. Light seeped into my eyes. I started working with the paper I had been doing since yesterday—it only has one short paragraph as an introduction. Before starting, I reviewed the MTPDP, closed all other YM windows, read some unread messages while I’m asleep, and finally checked my torrents. Suddenly, everything just occurred to me as if I was possessed by a writing ghost. My fingers worked quickly across the keyboard, and in thirty minutes, I finished 2 pages. Just the right amount of pages for a reaction paper.

I roamed around the house for a couple of minutes. The people have just woke up. I ran outside to see Shabutaro. He was as usual murderously playing with Butchik. I came to them and of course Shabu-chan succumbed to my presence. What a relief. He stopped gnashing Butchik. Breakfast was served, I ate quite a lot. God, I was happy I am still alive to this day.

When I returned to the PC only to be bothered by something else, I recalled what I have dreamed of. Sure, I’ve got lots of anime dreams lately—it’s a way of escape too. I’d let myself imagine a lot: it helps me think of future fanfiction plots. I really found something very interesting in my dreams; they seem to envelop my reality. It’s as if it’s right straight into my dream. The conversations were as real as it could get. The lingering sensations just had me wondering in the aftermath. I would even spend some time pondering of what had happened. This is normal. And it is abnormal.

I still find it hard to close paragraphs and essays. I usually left them hanging. Elementary school taught us to write the conclusion in a manner where you tell the moral of the story, or something that you learned. High school just made it more complex, but the result is still the same. College did make me think of ways to end it beautifully. As of now, what I could only write in ending of essays is the final question in the posted guidelines. Strictly speaking, I follow rules. Creativity has long gone. Too much corruption of the mind…it led me to nothing but illusions.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I Dreamed of my Teeth Pulled Out

Oh yeah. I don’t know why I do wonder about this, but long time ago, I heard that when you dreamed of your tooth being pulled out, it means death of someone… and so I tried researching about my dream last night that went like this:

I had my front teeth (the one beside the 2 larger ones on the right side) gone, and I could even tell that it bled a little. I could taste blood, and it’s as if something’s about to grow back there (another tooth, I suppose). And then the other one was the large molar at the back of my right side. This time, I can see the tooth clearly and it’s large and funky—it has spikes and as if it was designed to be an ornament. I stared at that tooth for a while, and I touched the gum from where it was pulled out. That one was forcedly pulled out, while the other (the one at front and that I didn’t see) just fell out of its place. I was talking to my mother about the ‘funky tooth’ as I stared at it all the time… and then the dream ended.

What I saw at Yahoo! Answers didn’t quite satisfy my curiosity:

I was watching a programme last week and it said if you dream of anything to do with your teeth it possibly means your slightly vain or maybe feeling slightly self conscious. –michela m

i think i've read that dreaming about teeth is a sign of being sexually frustrated. –applexdapple

You are going to be forced to do something that you won't like, but it might be good for you. –richardyarnell

Dream of teeth pulling out is a symbol of losing control. There are certains in your life that you can't contro of. Projecting teeth being pulled out shows you that you are out of control. It could involve communication, things you want people to be aware, and very often you are ignored. –YourDreamDoc

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker

Teeth can be a symbolic reference to your sense of confidence and competence in the waking world. Losing teeth heralds a time of transition between one phase of life and another. It's about losing innocence or rather becoming more mature; emotonally, spiritually, psychologically. It's about changes happening on their own accord all in good timing.
When you smile, this is what people see. When you choose to pull your teeth - this could signify that you are trying to please others with your "appearance" or rather, you are consciously making an effort to improve yourself in regards to how others perceive you; emotionally, spiritually, mentally and even physically. -
StarStuffs ☆♥☆

Okay. So in all of these, I don’t seem to relate to any situation. I wonder when it takes effect, or something like that. So I decided to check on other sites:

TEETH:

My most popular requests for dream interpretation are by far, dreams about teeth falling out. Apparently this is quite disturbing to people who have this dream...they simply MUST know what it means! In my experience, a dream about one's teeth falling out usually symbolizes that the dreamer is having a challenge getting their voice heard, or feelings acknowledged. This may be referring to their conversations with a particular person such as their significant other, boss, or friend; or can be generalized for people who are shy, to include almost everyone they come in contact with. The dreamer needs to brush up on conversational skills, believe in the value of their own opinion, learn how to be less intimidated by aggressive people, and become more assertive and make their voice heard. Once they do that, this dream (which is a common recurring dream) should evolve & show improvement...or disappear altogether.

Although most people I hear from seem to find the above interpretation of the teeth theme fits their situation, there have been a few who think it's not quite right for them. I received the following email from a savvy visitor who eloquently shared with me what she believes the symbol means for her, and I think it's so good that I want to share it with all of you. Dream symbols must be personalized for each individual person, so general interpretations don't always fit the bill, like I've said repeatedly throughout this site. Please remember this, and remember to interpret your entire dream's context and not just an isolated symbol. -http://dreamemporium.com

Teeth dreams  - "My Teeth Are Falling Out"

Dreams that your teeth are falling out are the most common dreams we here at Dream Moods receive. Common dream scenarios include having your teeth crumbling in your hands or your teeth falling out one by one with just a light tap. Such dreams are not only horrifying and shocking, but often leaves the dreamer with a lasting image of the dream. So what does it mean?

One theory is that dreams about your teeth reflect your anxiety about your appearance and how others perceive you. Sadly, we live in a world where good looks are valued highly and your teeth play an important role in conveying that image. Teeth are used in the game of flirtations, whether it be a dazzling and gleaming smile or affectionate necking. These dreams may stem from a fear of your sexual impotence or the consequences of getting old. Teeth are an important feature of our attractiveness and presentation to others. Everybody worries about how they appear to others. Caring about our appearance is natural and healthy.

Another rationalization for these falling teeth dream may be rooted in your fear of being embarrassed or making a fool of yourself in some specific situation. These dreams are an over-exaggeration of your worries and anxiety.

Other Perspectives

A scriptural interpretation for bad or falling teeth indicate that you are putting your faith, trust, and beliefs in what man thinks rather than in the word of God. The bible says that God speaks once, yea twice in a dream or a vision in order to hide pride from us, to keep us back from the pit, to open our ears (spiritually) and to instruct and correct us.

In the Greek culture, when you dream about loose, rotten, or missing teeth, it indicates that a family member or close friend is very sick or even near death.

According to the Chinese, there is a saying that your teeth will fall out if your are telling lies.

It has also been said that if you dream of your teeth falling out, then it symbolizes money. This is based on the old tooth fairy story. If you lose a tooth and leave it under the pillow, a tooth fairy would bring you money.

Source: http://dreammoods.com

For one tooth to fall out, foretells disagreeable news; if two, it denotes unhappy states that the dreamer will be plunged into from no carelessness on his part. If three fall out, sickness and accidents of a very serious nature will follow.To dream that you pull one of your teeth and lose it, and feeling within your mouth with your tongue for the cavity, and failing to find any, and have a doctor for the same, but to no effect, leaving the whole affair enveloped in mystery, denotes that you are about to enter into some engagement which does not exactly please you, and which you decide to ignore, but will later take it up and secretly prosecute it to your own disquieting satisfaction and under the suspicion of friends.Source: 10 000 Dream Interpretations, by Gustavus Hindman Miller

Nah. I got enough of these interpretations. I’ll just let it be. :D

Whatever happens, I still have my real, tangible teeth here!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

BLUEtooth

BLUE ang kulay ng buton nya sa gilid ng laptop ko. Kaso malaki ang problema kapag gusto ko siyang gamitin. Oo, nagkukulay asul nga yung buton, pero yung driver sa PC ko di naman mabasa. Unknown device daw, hmp. Kakainis. Kahit makailang uninstall ako e automatic naman siyang nag rere-install. Hmp ulit. Sobra na to. Kala ko pag maaayos este mapapagawa sa Acer ito ok na. Nareformat na ko’t lahat, wala parin. Hopeless na to.


Kanina, kagagaling ko lang sa Kaharian ng Kadiliman, este sa UP Diliman. Nilibot namin ng konti yon, ala tour bus. Sinariwa namin ulit ang mga building kung saan ako nag-aral noon… at kung saan ibinagsak ko ang mga subject ko don. Siyempre, makakalimutan ko ba naman yon? Lalo na yung building ng kahirapang mag-enroll—sa Melchor Hall. Hehe. Hanggang ngayon, hirap parin sila pagdating ng June, November o April. Haha. Bahala nga yang mga Eng’g people na yan.


Naalala ko lang yung me kinalaman sa isa kong post sa personal diary (little blue book) at sa isang post ko dito na me kinalaman sa spaghetti… napanaginipan ko yung taong yon at ang spaghetti long time ago. Aba’t nagkatotoo nga. Yun nga lang, di siya yung nagluluto (kumpara sa panaginip ko) pero at least nakain ko parin yung spaghetti both sa panaginip at sa katotohanan recently. Hehe. Astig. Thanks, MASA! Ang lupit ng Dream courses natin… special thanks to Dean Madame Auring for your teachings… and not teaching. Whatever. Si JM parin ang top notch student. :)

Friday, December 26, 2008

Bangkok Pills: What's It All About

There has been a new page added in my blog. It was entitled "Bangkok Pills". This title was inspired by the 'book' of drama anthologies (and other episodes) that JM had dreamed of and we've already discussed.

Bangkok, being the capital of Thailand, became part of the title. The stories/dreams to be talked about or written will be with Pchy as a main cast. Of course, he's the 'man of the moment'. When this passes by, or when I have a new foreign or not foreign squeeze, it will soon change. But then, I hope to add the previous episodes besides Kakurenbo. However, Bangkok Pills as the title won't have to work anymore.

I hope that the project would be started immediately. I think I won't have any chance to write it during Summer. It's because I might have the internship during that time...

Simply Addictive

Songs of the Japanese people had invaded my mind since the beginning of my otaku career. Everyday, it's sure for a Japanese song to play continuously in my mind. That is what we termed as a "virus" when we were in 5th grade. Back then, the term "LSS" or "Last Song Syndrome" hasn't been coined yet. And also, back then, we rely on Tape recordings or Cassette Tapes to be exact for our song needs. We record the TV songs of the anime series we loved to watch.

The simplemindedness we had was trivial to how we loved the Japanese culture. Oftentimes, like how the fan my friend JM was for TTK to the point of having dreams with them also happened to me when we were 10 years old. I told Kog and Jeanne Frances every single Weiss Kreuz crossover with Escaflowne dreams I had, and those dreams occur in episodes. My imagination ran wild during those times. As I recall, there was this weird dream about the Weiss Kreuz guys being chased by Merle of Escaflowne, and they were... selling deodorants. I could only laugh at the plots of my dreams. To us, they must be real. And they must be happening.

Singing anime songs had been a daily ritual for us back then. Whether it be a solo, duet, or trio we would sing our hearts while remembering the episode yesterday, chatting on it even through the telephone. Anime endings or finales would make our hearts cry our and of course, literally we cried. Sentimentality among us ruled as we reminisce the episodes, or even as we talked of our dreams about them. They seemed real in our own paradise.

Indeed, anime has brought us all of the happiness we could remember with our strong and close ties with each other. And through the years, we still remember what kinds of addicts we were. During our high school we were separated upon my transfer to another school. But we never forget. Oftentimes, our topic would still be the same on our phone calls and YM sessions. We never forgot about them. If an anime character we loved celebrates his or her birthday, we greet each other with that. They are all special to us. Hence, simply addictive would be the term. Over and over, these things fill our hearts with little joys.

We love anime. :)

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Enroll Na!

Hehe. Our imaginative minds really took us to wherever imagination should take us. Recently, in my profile, a lot of changes had occurred. There were additions which other people do not know of. Surprise, surprise! Only two people know about it. Guess who? Me of course, and one of my closest buddies JM.


All of these began when we were in High school. Before he transferred to RHS, JM was also a long-time PCCian like my bff C-chan. Anyway, we usually talk for hours in the phone when YM is not yet our forte and when we still have dial-ups as internet connection.


We talk until the sun comes down and until it almost rises again. That talk, we considered as a Radio Program. And so the Program at that time when we haven't idolized the "Tambalan" at Love Radio (Nichole and Chris) was just called by its Radio Station DZ Hilo (a pun for Dizzy and Hilo- both meaning the same).


Not long after that, we have imaginative talks and until the time I went to vacation in third year High school. JM was to transfer at RHS the next school year, and so I was hoping for a section change that time. I had several experiences that are so unforgettable during vacation of 2004, and I had of course some quality time to narrate everything to JM. He listened well, and surprisingly, he could tell some of the things there! And then, M.A.S.A. was born. Madam Auring's School of Astrology is the first school's name.


In line with that, Eddie Gil, a once presidentiable in our country caught our comical imaginative minds. We had him as our first "Pinoy Idol" and we heard from TV that he's going to have his movie with Madam Auring. JM, who is so fond of singing old songs and anything under the sun (that's why I called him my "Jukebox") decided to have another school where we are attending: the E.G.S.S. or Eddie Gil's School of Singing (or Singing School).


Several things happened between me and JM and it will be a longer story. Anyhow, our friendship came back to its solid state, stronger than ever. If before, we only talked of dreams related to TTK Max and others, now we had our interests jived together in making something. This something is simply Kakurenbo, our novel, that we made in order to fulfill the need of the writers within us.


Kakurenbo was just a spin-off of some dramas like Goong and Meteor Garden, and a mixture of parodies and spoofs we made. But generally, the plot and concept are originally ours. The characters were almost all actually living--the people who had made an impact in our mortal lives. Since High school, we've been writing stories on our own, his "Love is in the Air" and my fan fictions. Making Kakurenbo together really made us realize hard work and of course we had so much fun while we did it.


The rest of the schools and companies were created alongside Kakurenbo: first is M.I.P- Makati or the Maharlikang Institusyon ng Pilipinas. This is where the main characters in our story study. An imaginary school of elite and royal bloods. Next is B.I.S.A- Bitoy's International Spoof Academy. That's were our imaginative spoofs came about. Next is S.U.K.A.- Sharon's (Sharon Cuneta) Advertising (I forgot the other letters! :P). This is where we associate the advertisements we created and had caught our attention. Finally, the two broadcast companies were also created as part of the story. L.B.M. or the Liberty Broadcasting Media was the TV station of the antagonists in Kakurenbo, and U.T.I. or Universal Television Incorporated, the archenemy of L.B.M. which is supposedly appearing on the sequel of Kakurenbo.


Not long after Kakurenbo, I had crushes with same letters in their names. They were called by JM as the 3M. When ABC-5 reformatted and became TV-5, the idea of having another TV network in the "Kaharian" led to the creation of TV-3M, where all my crushes with the M's (3M) are supposed to be working.



Just recently, we had the Thai Invasion which led to the creation of two other schools, H.A.F.Y.A.W. and P.A.Y.A.T.. They were created because of the dreams we recently had-- about ourselves and the "gang" JM usually meets at my birthday (which includes Zoren, Roy "Banlag" and my boyfriend). Pchy came into my life and continued in JM's, so P.A.Y.A.T. stands for Pchy's Academy for Young Artists and Talents. H.A.F.Y.A.W. is related to all of us-- Hazel and Friends' Young Artists Workshop. Istarbuko, a spoof in Kakurenbo suddenly became my working place in one of JM's dreams (with Pipoy/Pchy's Filipino nickname).

As time passes by, I think there will be additional schools and companies. We're starting to wonder if we are the only ones attending them, with respective deans Madam Auring and Eddie Gil, and others...


So what are you all waiting for? Enroll na! :D

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Ways to call it Quits

Quits:adjective- Owing or being owed nothing: even1, quit, square.

I bring ye news. This is not an old news coming from me, but today I duly make it something official. It seemed as if I'm Buddha-- an enlightened one. I've dreamed of the Four Noble Truths in my life earlier.


1. Life means suffering.


True to what has happening, each day in my life happens to be each day of suffering. Well, it doesn't look like it but deep inside of me, I'm tortured by something. I won't tell.


2. The origin of suffering is attachment.


Attachment. Yup, since I was attached, I can't go nuts with my single best pals and can't flirt with anyone hot and available on conventions and parties. It's really the attachment that binds me and my freedom literally and figuratively.


3. The cessation of suffering is attainable.


Finally, I've decided to remove someone so as to delete the cause of my suffering.


4. The path to the cessation of suffering.


And upon removing him in my life leads to loneliness of a bit and of course hurt feelings. Anyway, after all this, it will be a meaningful and wonderful life-- not something that came out all of a sudden and ruined my whole being.


Anyway, all of these Noble Truths were encompassed in my dream earlier. Not as directly stated like that, but of course in different situations. I extremely believe about my dreams telling me some important thing or decision to do. It's been proven a lot of times (you can see my older posts here as reference).



So after all the mumbo jumbo... I realized it's over.
And then I was thinking on ways how to say it in a proper way. And I couldn't. Thus, only the title of this post must be made sense.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

So into Pchy...

Yes, he even invaded my recent dreams! What is he doing in my mind? In my thoughts? He's dwelling and invading just everything! (Even my wallpapers both in PC and mobile)

I LOVE YOU PCHY!!! *fangirl scream*

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Do Dreams Tell the Future?

Would you believe this if I tell you?

My dog just died earlier today, and before that happened, I dreamed...

In my dream, I was on top of a white building. On the rooftop.
I just noticed that my dog, Heidi, was trying to jump her way up to where I was standing. I glanced down, and saw her futile attempts.


I tried to reach out to her and pull her to where I am using my right hand. I did manage to grab her left paw, but it slipped.

Eventually, she fell down... and I saw how she falls... in slow motion. When she landed, there was no blood. Just her body, and she's lying helplessly.


I can't do anything. I stood frozen, watching how she tried to move...

Then I woke up......
I was actually crying.

That dream was last Tuesday night. Wednesday passed, and then Thursday came.

Today is Thursday, and she died.


Just like in my dream......

Strange, isn't it?