Two Dreams of Home
Two nights ago, I dreamed that Y dropped by my home in Seattle to visit. Yes, that Y. It was a positively wonderful dream. We rode the monorail, went walking around downtown, did a little hiking. We ate at this wonderful seafood place (that I can't recall where anymore) and it was delightful. Nothing happened between us. He didn't share my bed (well, mattress), preferring to sleep on the sofabed in our living room instead. But it was still good to see him again and share a few laughs and just be with him. He spent just 3 days here (a weekend), and when the time came, I dropped him off at the airport so he could go home again. It was such a lovely feeling for him to visit, that when I woke up, I felt I had to message him, thanking him for visiting me, even just for a couple of days. Of course, this was seconds before I realized that it was all a dream. The strange thing is, later, while having breakfast, the real Y messaged me on Facebook, asking if he could call me, at which point, I said sure, why not. We talked about Singapore and his excursions at Ikea and that he's going home for a wedding next month and we also talked about our art collaborations.
Last night, I dreamed that I was on my way home in Quezon City, but my flight got delayed. When I got home, there was a big family reunion happening in our house along Kalayaan Ave. But this wasn't our house now; the old, decrepit, musty, dusty remains of our house along Kalayaan. This was the house of my childhood, when it was still big and roomy and not overrun by the office next door. On a portion of the wall was a wallpaper deisgn of cranes over a Chinese landscape. The biggest feature I remembered the most was the dining table, the big, retro-modern varnished-wood dining table with the rounded edges and the matching square chairs with dark red upholstery. I loved this hardwood dining table. To me, it signified stability. It was quite often that I hit my head on it while running around the house. I hated my Dad for painting it an ugly shade of blue when we moved to our cursed house in FIlinvest. But at the time of the reunion in my dream, everyone was there. Even though I was late and the party had already begun, I got so many hugs from family relatives, welcoming me back home.