Under The Same Roof

There was this guy in my dream. damn, I forgot his name. I met him at a gig or somethin'. I don't even remember if he was in one of the bands.

After a night of drinkin' liquor, I decided that I can't drive to save myself because I'm too intoxicated. So this guy that I've met at the gig offered me to crash in his place. He lives in one of these classy condos. My bet was that it was one of 'em units at Rockwell or somethin'.

Now when it was time to crash into his pad, I realized that he and Emil[an officemate metal-head and self-proclaimed know-it-all]lived in the same pad, different rooms though.

This condo was of course way better than the one that Emil currently lives in somewhere in Pandacan. All I could say before I regained consciousness[and while I was losin' consciousness in my dream due to intoxication] was "Small world dude...."

Hangin' Out with Old Classmates

[10-23-09]


I didn't get to control my dream today. And lately, I don't know why my Atenean friends are always poppin' up in my dreams. It's not that I don't like them included in it. It's just that I want more variation.

Back to dream talk. WE were sorta' like outta' town again. The characters included were Mesh, RJ, Jig, Jad, my elder bro GP, and some others I couldn't remember.

I think it was in Jig's house that we were stayin' at because I remembered there was this night where Jig and I were tinkering with a piano. We actually broke the damn thing when suddenly, Jig's mom, who was a musician, came out of her room and scolded us. It was just hilarious and I couldn't keep myself from smiling because it appeared that his mom was talkin' so fast. It was as if the scene was bein' fast-forwarded from a VCR or somethin', complete with the high-pitched chipmunk voice.

Besides the fast-forward thing, which was very unreal, I should've noticed this was a dream because another detai seemed out of place. And that was my elder bro. He shouldn't be there in the first place. Though some of my high school classmates like James and MArts know him.

And another odd detail too was my Ateneo alumni friend, gun-man Popsie Ramoso was also there. He's another one of 'em outta' place characters. I vividly remember that he jumped with us in the pool and he was wearin' a gay-assed pair of trunks with a rainbow design. He would never wear one in real life!

All in all, another weirdly character casted dream.

The Hood

Believe it or not, I was in the hood just a few minutes ago, while dreamin'. I thought I was in Chicago, but I learned towards the end that it was in New York. I believe it was somewhere in The Bronx or Upper Manhattan[if there's a hood there, I'm sure there is].

Well the good thing is that I'm beginning to realize in my dream if I am dreamin' or not. I just have to fuckin' remember to look at my hands to be virtually in control[you know, that Carlos Castaneda and Don Juan Matus dreamin' technique]. That realization would happen towards the end of this dream sequence.

Goin' back to my dream, I was at some high structure like a scaffolding or somethin'. I was watchin' some peeps playin' basketball on a streetball court below.

Some stray dogs were even tryin' to reach at me and bite off my feet. Then I heard some laughin'. Some black dudes were on top of a higher tree takin' pictures or shooting a film documentary or somethin', and they seemed to be havin' fun.

Next thing I knew, I was in this house just across the street from the basketball court, askin' a nice young fella' if I could use their latrine. He agreed and led me to a room and pointed to a washing machine. On top of that was like a container which already contained some piss and he wanted me to piss there too.

So he left me and I went up the machine when I saw a proper toilet just across the room[the door was open, that's why I saw it]. So I put back all the stuff I removed in the first place to take a leak, even a tray filled with crack paraphernalia and syringes[clearly shows what kinda' hood I was in].

As I was doin' this, a beautiful black lady came in so I just couldn't help but smile and say hi. She said, "Are you one of Kaedo's friends?"[apparently, Kaedo was the name of one of the black dudes on top of the tree shootin' a documentary, and he lived in that same exact house].

Before I could even answer, their mom came inside so I kinda motioned that I was on my way out anyway[forgetting that I was about to pee]. Their mom accompanied me outside, but not before the beautiful chick and I shared a very long and meaningful glance.

Now once outside, I was kinda liking to go back to the house just to talk to the chick, but the mom always kept ushering me away. This happened like 3 times[that's how persistent I was].

Then I suddenly said, "Hey look. See, I think I'm dreamin'. I think this is all just a dream". And for some strange reason, the mom could actually speak Ilocano. I don't know how, but who cares. I was liking the bizaareness[if there's such a word] in all of this.

So she said, "Prove it". I tried to fly, but I just couldn't. The good thing was that as I was attempting to fly, or at least levitate, I was like 4 feet off the ground, or even higher. I was pointing that fact out to her, sayin' "See ma'm, I could jump higher! THis is just a dream I'm tellin' ya'". But she wasn't buyin' any of it due to the fact that black folks could jump just as high.

So I said, "Wait, give me another chance. I'll try to punch a hole in this brick well" So I punched a solid brick wall in front of her multiple times, but the wall didn't even crack. But the telltale sign that it was a dream was that I wasn't hurtin' my knuckles a single bit, and there should be blood flowin' by then and yet there wasn't any.

As I was punchin' still, that's when I regained consciousness. But the good thing about all of this was that now, I'm beginning to realize that I'm dreamin'. Baby steps is all I need for total dream domination!

The Alma Mater Reunion

I saw the largest gathering of Ateneans, ever!Even the old school ones like me who didn't attend college were also there, as well as the others like Joko Maymay. And even Evaristo Singson and Ramon Bueno[I dunno if you guys know 'em].

I don't know where this happened, but there were rides and such. Sort of like a carnival. Francis Pascua[a former seatmate bud]was even shouting at the top of his lungs everytime he passed by us on this huge Ferris Wheel. Funny guy.

At first, there seemed to be classes. But Francis Pascua shouted "School's out!"[I don't know why he always shouts in this dream], so we drank liquor in a parking lot. And I was sure as hell that it wasn't in the Ateneo parking lot.

I even saw Mesh[a.k.a. Nemesio Villanueva] with his girlfriend Chachi Montaner ride a merry-go-round, though I vividly remember Chach bein' with some other boyfriend last Saturday at Centerstage during Diorelle's birthday bash.

A lot of familiar faces showed up too. Faces like Luigi Caluag, Mark Hechanova, etc.[there are too many to mention, but these 2 immediately came into mind]. Plus of course, all the former D-Boys. I don't remember seein' Melchor Leus' face though, but I'm sure he was there havin' fun.

This was a fun dream altogether and that's a fuckin' understatement right there!

Suspicions...FAIL!

If it's too good to be true, then it must be a dream! That's the first thought that came into my mind when I suddenly awoke earlier, sweatin' like a pig!

I was in some resthouse on a cliff, overooking the sea. I believe that the resthouse was somewhere in Laguna or Batangas. A lot of people were also there in my dream. Members from my different groups of friends were there, so that shows how big the house was. Just like my friend Jad's house in Punta Fuego[though I'm sure that it wasn't his house in my dream].

The close friends that I recalled who were there were TJ, my elder brother, some office people like my li'l supervisor Rita, some high school friends like Kiko and Mesh, and a whole lot more. Plus, there were some "new" friends too, and I can't fuckin' recall where I met 'em in my dream.

All I could remember was that there were a bunch of black guys, this half-white, half-Filipino guy[who was also a rich motherfuck], and his cute girlfriend.

The cherry on top of the people present was none other than my number 1 showbiz crush, Ms. Rhian Ramos. Yes, Ms. Rhian Denise Ramos Howell, the Welsh-Filipina who's my future wife[NOT!].

For some strange reason, Rhian came into my dream together with the black dudes. She was feisty and arrogant at first. But I don't know what I did because we ended up takin' pictures, cuddling, smacking and the like. All I could say is that it was sooooo real!! We even ended up planning to go clubbin' with other local showbiz peeps. Namely Dingdong Dantes and Marian Rivera[who are sweethearts in real life].

Now after takin' lots of pics[which I was plannin' on immediately postin' on Facebook], I suddenly stepped on somethin' wet and squishy. It turned out to be some stuff from the black dudes' SUV. They actually rammed somebody and they went over the cliff, into the sea. But for some strange reason, the SUV still started, which shouldn't be the case because our car was washed up in floodwater and it couldn't start 'till some mechanic my dad hired came over.

Now the creepy thing was that the person they rammed was moaning and groaning underneath the SUV, lying on a large piece of carton. His body was severed and the black folks were just icing up the bloody ends of his separated body. Now that scene alone there should have told me that it was all a dream because I know it's a dream when somethin' weird's happening.

But I just played along and went inside the house to ask my elder bro what he thought about me and Rhian bein' friends[he too has a big crush on Rhian].

He just said, "Masyado na tayong matanda para tropahin si Rhian"["We're a li'l too old to be hangin' out with someone of Rhian's age"].

I just told him that it was cool, and that Rhian is wise beyond her years and would fit in just perfectly with us. Just as I was explaining all this, I suddenly awoke in a hot sweat. I was literally sayin' "What the fuck?! Shit!" That's when the first sentence of this post suddenly dawned on me. Too bad. You win some, you lose some.

A Rock To The Head

There's this childhood friend of mine named Jordan Pipo. He was also the former bully from our vilage. He would beat us up 'till we told our elder brothers so he would get beaten up in return.

In this dream, I was following him around our subdivision. Let's just say I was kinda like stalkin' him, with a rock in hand. What I was planning on doin' was that I was gonna' lob the rock I was holding so that it will hit is head and cause a bloody mess!

I was stalkin' him for like 3 hours[I didnt know why it took me that long since I could dash and hide like a fuckin' burglar] so I was really closin' the gap. But when it was time to do the bloody work, I woke up to this shitty nightmare called reality. I guess God doesn't really want me to kill, even in my dreams.

Snap Back To Reality[And Back Again]

We all virtually have 2 types of consciousness[based on my own experience]. The reality state, and the dream state. Don't flame me for bein' captain obvious. I just had to slip that in.

Now what happened was that I kept wakin' to the reality state, when it was really the dream state and vice-versa. I have this shitty day job wherein I have to be in at 5:00 AM.

In my dream, it was like 7:20 AM or somethin' so I was feelin' kinda pressured to get in because a couple of more lates and I'm fired! But in reality, it was just like 2:40 AM, still plenty of time to sleep.

So when it was time for me to get up and hurry, I would realize that it was still dark and my watch reads 2:40 AM. Then, I go back to my dream state and realize it's 7:20 AM and the sun is high in the sky.

This happened like 5 times, so I was literally confused as to where I was when it was really time to wake up.

Cherry On Top

Currently, there's this hot cutie named Cherry Ann Kubota. She's part Japanese, part Filipino[which is virtually a mixture right off the bat], and part somethin' else too I believe[because she's so hot].

She's been modeling for FHM magazine, and some other outfits too I believe, like in this Axe commercial. I believe that was her I saw on TV.

Well anyway, in this dream of mine, somethin' hot happened. We fucked!! And the weirdest thing is that I don't even know her personally, and yet I was at her home talkin' to her mom like I was some family friend or somethin'. Now wouldn't that be sweet?

Besides her mom, my elder bro was also in the dream. What happened was we were all in Cherry's room talkin' about I dunno' what when suddenly, as if on cue, Cherry's mom and my bro left us all alone.

Now I wasn't thinkin' lustful thoughts yet, but when I saw that she was just in her undies underneath the sheets, it was a whole different ballgame. I leaned forward to test the waters. She didn't flinch or shy away from the challenge. So I kissed her lips. Man they were soft! Like gummy worms or somethin'.

It all went downhill from there, as she removed everythin' while I did the same. I was hard from all that boob and pussy touching, so we were both ready to go when everythin' went off. The only thing on was my watch! And man she was good as advertised! She liked the cowgirl and the reverse one too, hence the title of this post.

Cup SIze, Or Dick Size?

I have been part of a varsity team[basketball] before, so it wasn't a surprise in this dream of mine when I was in a van of guys who appear to be my teammates in American football.

The strange thing was that I don't play American football. Football yes, but the other type, no.

So it was a surprise that I was ridin' in a van comin' home from a victory against some college team. The funny thing was this creepy coach was handing out groin protectors, and he handed the biggest one to me, sayin' I had the biggest dick while holdin' my package.

Now what the fuck is up with that? I managed to take my helmet off and whacked his fuckin' head!

Weed Buster!

My dad's a policeman, so we had a li'l military upbringin' or whatever you wanna call it. But that policin' culture in our home made me the rebel I am right now. I usually have a problem with authority.

This officer of a dad[retired 1-star general] never caught me red-handed smokin' weed...ever!!

So it was a bit of a surprise when he caught me with a friend smokin' the shit, but only in my dreams. He won't catch me alive! Hehehe!

Here in this "busted" dream, I was with a former officemate named Dax. The guy smokes weed too. But we haven't really jammed. We just managed to smoke strawberry-flavored smokes, which looked like shredded meat, like around 2 years ago back in his house whle drinkin' liquor.

But this time, he was at my house. And we were smokin' the real deal, puffin' like dragons. Then my dad suddenly stormed in, as if it were a raid or somethin'. I just managed to smile back at him while still exhaling two pillars of smoke from my nostrils. What a happy ending!

Stylin' On A Friend's Girlfriend?

I have this classmate back in the day[high school days]named Martin. He has a girlfriend named Esh. And they were sweethearts, in all the sense of the word.

Esh and I are just literally friends. I mean she's only there when I'm with them[if that makes any sense]. But in my dream, Martin told me somethin' like, "Hey man, what's up with you and Esh?"

The truth is, I am not even sexually attracted to the girl so I wouldn't dare make moves. And most of all, she's my good friend Martin's girlfriend for fuck's sake!! So why's MArtin askin' me things like why am I hittin' on his girlfriend or somethin' to that effect?

That dream was really confusin', that I didn't even get to answer. My own personal answer to his queries was wakin' up!

Myra[the old hag]

There's this cunt in the office named Myra del Rosario. She has no love life, so she releases all her sexual tension trying to catch people tryin' to avoid takin' calls red-handed.

Now here in my dream, she fucked up royally by apprehending me for allegedly avoiding a call. I was immediately infuriated. And taking my cue from The Prodigy, I literally "Smacked Her Bitch Up". POW!!!

The fucker ended up black and clue all over.

The Magic Turntable

Aika[my elder brother GP's ex] and some other chick[I knew she was Paula, but her face was blurred] were in our house one afternoon. The thing was, Aika was disinterested in my elder bro[but I was wonderin' what the fuck was she doin' at our crappy house], but she seemed interested now.

The other chick was also interested, and I found out the reason why when I approached them.

My brother had with him on the table, a circular piece of cardboard that was attached to another piece. It kinda looked like a time-telling device[the kind we did back in grade school where we were able to know the times of different countries just by doin' some spinnin'].

The interesting was, when he spinned the circular thing, beats could be heard. Like some of the Benny Bennassi stuff. When he stopped spinnin', the music suddenly stopped too.

And when Aika heard the music, she was like clamoring to be GP's gf again just because of that "magical" contraption.

The Foiled Rapists

My 2 sisters and I were walkin' on the street when these motorcycle riders approached us. They offered us bike rides goin' home since they said they're goin' in the same direction anyway.

Well everything was goin' smoothly when suddenly, the riders who were carryin' my sisters rode off in a different direction so that they could rape 'em or somethin'.

This was a big no-no to me so I immediately jumped off the bike I was ridin'[while kickin' off the driver in the process], and I Superman-punched the other 2 riders. I was surprisingly agile and no mere mortal could pul off what I did.

To make the long story short, I rescued my sisters and beat up the hoodlums. That was the end of it.

Sudden Power Windows

Had this dream like weeks ago, but I remembered it just now when I was looking at the car earlier today.

Our car[a crappy '96 Toyota Corolla XL] just has the usual normal [pawis]windows. At times, I don't even want to use that piece of semi-twisted metal because I feel hot with the windows rolled down when I'm stuck in traffic during those hot, tropically humid days.

Now in my dream, everythin' was powered! The thing that stood out was the power-window feature. I was so happy because of the upgrade, but was disappointed when I snapped back to reality.