beingbeaple

Ever since I’ve been sleeping for ten hours each night, I’ve been having dreams that don’t really make much sense. I mean, yes, they do make quite a lot of sense considering the fact that they’re all about me and my friends from school, but they always come in a weird way. What I’m trying to say here is my dreams are like episodes of a soap opera: there are separate dreams portraying separate events. The funny thing is these events don’t link with each other at all – there’s simply no connection between the scenes of my dreams.

Sigh.

For example, just last night, my first dream involved a stroll through a run-down market by some sort of river. I was just walking, looking at the stalls – some with goods for sale, others without – and wondering with the river was dirty when I bumped into my best friend. Karla, looking very white as usual and clutching a wicker basket, told me this was actually her province – what on Earth was I doing there? I was telling her I didn’t know what on Earth I was doing there when the dream shifted and suddenly, JC Cuadrado was inviting me into his house. And for some reason, I was watching the shows on cable through his tiny black and white TV.

Then I found myself walking with him along this path similar to the trails they have at the Peak in

Hong Kong

. I was just chatting with him, trying to catch up with him because he was walking so darn fast when I found myself falling off a giant, Chinese-looking tree. So I was falling off the tree into the city below – incidentally, the tree was on the edge of this cliff – and I was actually on the verge of fainting – in my dream, of course – when my dream self somehow managed to grab a root of the tree. I didn’t fall off.

Instead I found myself safe and sound by the side of the tree, there by the trail. When I looked up to investigate the tree however, I saw

Carmel

up there, the back of her shirt stuck to this weak-looking branch. Her walker was on the trail up ahead and she was telling me to get her off the blasted tree. I ran for help, found Clint, and for a while, we actually tried poking her off the tree using a stick – kind of like the way my cousins poked at siriguelas in our grandfather’s backyard in

Bohol

. Clint was doing the poking, Carmel somehow feel asleep and I was cheering Clint on, shouting a bit each time Carmel looked as if she was about to fall into the void below her.

The noise issuing from my mouth had gathered quite a lot of people. I turned away from the poking Clint and found myself face to face with Karla – again. My friends were all there, each one trying to find a way to get

Carmel

off the Fate-forsaken branch. Jasmine and James even managed to get the poking stick from Clint; I remember Karla telling me to look away even though it’s usually Jeanne who tells me that sort of thing. When I mustered the courage to look again, I saw Chris in the little gazebo up ahead, laughing and pointing at me with his wristwatch.

I can’t remember exactly how we managed to get

Carmel

off the branch but it seems as if we did. Next thing I knew, I was chatting to Ogi while buying something – ice pop, I think it was – from a store that looked oddly like the store at the corner of our street.

Then there was this whole issue about racing in a lake and my friends all just disappeared. I just ended up watching this little girl’s life story – I think that was the intermission of the whole dream movie.

This is the point where I woke up. A quick glance at my watch – which I hardly remove – told me it was close to three in the morning. After telling my mother she was going to fall off the bed if she didn’t move - my parents and I sleep in one room because we all like the room upstairs – I drifted off to dreamland.

I found myself at a beach resort. There weren’t really a lot of people there; in fact, the place gave off an impression of being deserted. But after a few minutes of walking, I found myself in the school gym, watching some people – who didn’t look like Kong Huanians to me – practice this interpretative dance. I saw Leo and Al in one corner, both wearing white. While Leo was off, dancing in the middle of the gym, I told Al happily that I had added him up in Friendster.

Then, because I had seen something I didn’t feel like watching, I went out on a walk and found myself at the beach again. I came across Virn, whose nose was bleeding. She was asking me for help and for some unknown reason, I remember her wearing cream slippers with yellow strings. I led her to the bathroom and waited while she was there. But she was taking so long and I was getting impatient so I walked back to the gym.

I suppose I shouldn’t have.

I entered through Fire Exit A and face right. The first thing I saw was them and Jee Ann. Then, I saw something that made me say out loud something like I shouldn’t have gone there. I walked out, furious. Then I came back, looked at their shocked faces for a while, then walked out again.

I had only made it to the

GS Volleyball Court

when the girls were around me, telling me that he was only feeling bad that’s why they thought of comforting him – it seemed that was the only thing they thought would give him comfort. My mind was somewhat blank and I was determined to walk off when he suddenly came, grabbed her. He looked as if he meant to kiss her and I was just so overwhelmed that I looked away –

And woke up.

I found myself alone. Surprisingly, I was not crying when I woke up, unlike all the others times when I awoke, crying my eyes out after having a dream resembling that. No, I just lay there, thinking of what I had seen, shocked, angry, confused – but then again I knew no one cared what I felt about the issue anyway, so I kept thinking. It was nearly eight and I was really supposed to go down and watch Saturday morning toons, but I just lay there in my bed, hugging a pillow, trying to forget the dream, and willing myself to go back to sleep – perhaps I would dream of Harry Potter this time. But I was too wide awake for sleep to come again.

So what I did was formulate a blog entry for what happened. I knew it would be a completely useless blog entry, but I just feel like saying what happened.

Just for the purpose of – perhaps – moving on after that nightmare.

Poof!

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