Great Dreams Ahead
I had a YM conversation with KK, which was a continuation of our day-long SMS exchange, when he got home at past two in the morning from some drinking session with friends. I think he was drunk, but not drunk enough to admit it. Or maybe he wasn’t really that intoxicated. But you know how it is with people and their dishonesty when it comes to personal intoxication thresholds. One can’t be so sure. Anyway.
Dreaming is one of those topics that people respond to with a passion similar to what politics, sex, or love elicits. Dreaming is as close as we can get to the greater mysteries of life. If you haven’t seen a ghost, or experienced anything paranormal, you can always share your weirdest, scariest, dream.
Daydreaming is different. It requires the will to suspend several aspects of the perceived environment, and in KK’s daydreams, the superimposition of his fantasies over the real world. Because there are daydreams that happen entirely in the head. There are also those that mingle with the physical.
KK is a bit of a weirdo, I always tell him this. He’s fond of daydreaming. He daydreams of being a Chinese mythical creature with wings, lightning powers, feathers that shoot from his wings, etc. while writing reports. The setting is his workplace, where he breaks the glass windows with his shooting feathers that double as sharp flying weapons (what do you call ‘em?). When the glass shattered, his office crush jumps out and magically sprouts wings, angel’s wings. There’s a reason why his crush is an angel in this daydream. It’s corny, don’t ask.
He keeps a dream diary. He also dreams of flying, of gliding from roof to roof or building to building. He wasn’t aware until I told him that not all people have dreams of being able to fly. Only around 30% of the dreaming population dream of flying. These are people who are obviously very imaginative, creative, or are occupationally required to be off the ground. Sugoi, he says. And what do the undreaming population do the whole time? Hehe. Count electric sheeps? Hehe.
Our conversation was cut short by his need to sleep and my need to go home. It was already almost four in the morning and I was still in the office. I texted, Great dreams ahead. C u in dreamland.
I got home. Tried to update my blog but by some freak accident, our home has no internet. So I started writing the first paragraph of this entry in Word. I got an SMS from KK telling me that he had a sexual dream. I said, I always have those. And, God. No internet. Blogging now maybe I’ll write about you having that dream.
But I wasn’t prepared when I read this:
“Weird. U went down on me until I burst! Kyaah. Erase. Sleep again”
It is common knowledge that dreams are sometimes prophetic. I’m pretty sure this is one of them. Haha.
I texted back after I recovered from laughing too hard, You shouldn’t have told me.
He said, Haha. No names.
Dreaming is one of those topics that people respond to with a passion similar to what politics, sex, or love elicits. Dreaming is as close as we can get to the greater mysteries of life. If you haven’t seen a ghost, or experienced anything paranormal, you can always share your weirdest, scariest, dream.
Daydreaming is different. It requires the will to suspend several aspects of the perceived environment, and in KK’s daydreams, the superimposition of his fantasies over the real world. Because there are daydreams that happen entirely in the head. There are also those that mingle with the physical.
KK is a bit of a weirdo, I always tell him this. He’s fond of daydreaming. He daydreams of being a Chinese mythical creature with wings, lightning powers, feathers that shoot from his wings, etc. while writing reports. The setting is his workplace, where he breaks the glass windows with his shooting feathers that double as sharp flying weapons (what do you call ‘em?). When the glass shattered, his office crush jumps out and magically sprouts wings, angel’s wings. There’s a reason why his crush is an angel in this daydream. It’s corny, don’t ask.
He keeps a dream diary. He also dreams of flying, of gliding from roof to roof or building to building. He wasn’t aware until I told him that not all people have dreams of being able to fly. Only around 30% of the dreaming population dream of flying. These are people who are obviously very imaginative, creative, or are occupationally required to be off the ground. Sugoi, he says. And what do the undreaming population do the whole time? Hehe. Count electric sheeps? Hehe.
Our conversation was cut short by his need to sleep and my need to go home. It was already almost four in the morning and I was still in the office. I texted, Great dreams ahead. C u in dreamland.
I got home. Tried to update my blog but by some freak accident, our home has no internet. So I started writing the first paragraph of this entry in Word. I got an SMS from KK telling me that he had a sexual dream. I said, I always have those. And, God. No internet. Blogging now maybe I’ll write about you having that dream.
But I wasn’t prepared when I read this:
“Weird. U went down on me until I burst! Kyaah. Erase. Sleep again”
It is common knowledge that dreams are sometimes prophetic. I’m pretty sure this is one of them. Haha.
I texted back after I recovered from laughing too hard, You shouldn’t have told me.
He said, Haha. No names.