"Sweet dreams of made of this..."
I've been having weird dreams the past few days.
Two nights ago, I dreamed I was in a school bus composed of her class. How I got there I don't know. Maybe I was in another dream where I was swimming in a silo-full of money and then, for some reason, le subconscious thought, "Oh, how about I try and see if I can plop Jerico amidst her whole class tee-hee". So there I was, standing in the aisle of the bus, getting stared at by her classmates, while I saw her sitting at the far end of the bus, feeling like I was in fourth year high school again getting stared at by the third years when I interrupted their class because I was asked to give something to the teacher. Yeah, those same third years who had a crush on our group, and who were like the Spice Girls of the school or something. It was...unsettling.
And last night, I dreamt I was in her house. No, I haven't been to her house. But apparently, my subconscious thought that her house was ancient Philippines circa 1800s Spanish-style design because that was as hell what it looked like. I was with my brother, Dominic, and we were supposed to be doing something in the house beside hers (I think I was supposed to learn karate. Yes, WTF indeed). Anyway, I went to her house because I wanted to meet her grandma and her sisters. And I saw her cousin and yes he was being an idiot. Anyway, I learned from their maid (who became chummy chummy with me) that her parents were in Bulacan (but my subconscious said "Nooo~ they're in Nueva Ecija") and that they're coming back that afternoon. Unfortunately, "that afternoon" happens to be in 10 minutes or so, so I high-tailed it out of there just in time to see two SUVs roll in. Out came her dad and mom. And my brother struck a friendship with her mom and they're talking as if they're good friends while I just stood there fiddling like an idiot.
If someone is able to tell me what that dream meant, please do send me a line. And no, I already know that my mind is fucked up, thank you very much.
Two nights ago, I dreamed I was in a school bus composed of her class. How I got there I don't know. Maybe I was in another dream where I was swimming in a silo-full of money and then, for some reason, le subconscious thought, "Oh, how about I try and see if I can plop Jerico amidst her whole class tee-hee". So there I was, standing in the aisle of the bus, getting stared at by her classmates, while I saw her sitting at the far end of the bus, feeling like I was in fourth year high school again getting stared at by the third years when I interrupted their class because I was asked to give something to the teacher. Yeah, those same third years who had a crush on our group, and who were like the Spice Girls of the school or something. It was...unsettling.
And last night, I dreamt I was in her house. No, I haven't been to her house. But apparently, my subconscious thought that her house was ancient Philippines circa 1800s Spanish-style design because that was as hell what it looked like. I was with my brother, Dominic, and we were supposed to be doing something in the house beside hers (I think I was supposed to learn karate. Yes, WTF indeed). Anyway, I went to her house because I wanted to meet her grandma and her sisters. And I saw her cousin and yes he was being an idiot. Anyway, I learned from their maid (who became chummy chummy with me) that her parents were in Bulacan (but my subconscious said "Nooo~ they're in Nueva Ecija") and that they're coming back that afternoon. Unfortunately, "that afternoon" happens to be in 10 minutes or so, so I high-tailed it out of there just in time to see two SUVs roll in. Out came her dad and mom. And my brother struck a friendship with her mom and they're talking as if they're good friends while I just stood there fiddling like an idiot.
If someone is able to tell me what that dream meant, please do send me a line. And no, I already know that my mind is fucked up, thank you very much.