Midnight Munchies

Mica hasn't been to my house, ever. But in this dream of mine, there she was sleepin' soundly in my room. I don't know how she got there. all I know is that she was there sleepin' in my bed, while I was sleepin' on the floor outside my room.

Then when midnight came, we awoke and midnight-snacked in the dining room. We munched on brownies. I just can't recall if they were THC-laced brownies.

Mutant-X

I have this friend at the office named Eduardo a.k.a. "Edu". I don't know how much perfume he applies on himself everyday. But usually, he smells as if he took a plunge in a big container full of perfume.

Now in this dream of mine, somethin' was happenin' to Edu. He was fuckin' mutating! I can't pinpoint exactly where the mutations started. All I know is that the mutations are from within because there he was standing right in front of me. All of a sudden, he's reeking strongly of perfume!

One of the weirdest mutations that I've ever seen(or smelled).

The X

I had this ex-girlfriend named Jen. We could never be the same again. I mean, there's no snowflake's chance in hell that we could get back together again, just like Humpty Dumpty's broken eggshell.

Now the weird thing was that in this dream, Jen and I are together again. We reconciled or somethin'. WTF?!?

The Showbiz Girlfriend

We all know who Angelica Panganiban is. I mean, lots of people here in the Philippines already know, or have already heard about her or somethin', one way or another.

For all you giblets not in the know, she's this former child star who has flourished into aomethin' yummy. She was just a kid with an angelic face.

But now? Va-va-vrooooooom!!! She's hot as fuck, with big boobs and stuff. You know, the fuckin' package! That's why I sorta' envy Derek Ramsey(Angelica's current boyfriend) a lot because he gets to bang such a fine specimen of yummy tits.

Goin' back to my dream, Angelica Panganiban was my girlfriend. They've already broken up with Derek, due to the fact that Angelica thinks that I'm better than Derek when it comes to sex. Now that's what I'm talkin' about.

Now can you say Maria Ozawa or what?!? Let's get it on!

Debut Drunkard

My college crush Abi Gabriel(who looks like Shu Qi, that's how hot she is!) was in this debut party. Now I didn't know what the fuck I was doin' there, but there we were. I didn't even know who the debut celebrant was! I was just....there.

Abi was havin' shots. Shot after shot, she downed 'em all. Then suddenly, she was sprawling on the floor, with her legs spread wide apart! She was piss-drunk! And she was begging for someone to fuck her.

Now I'd do that in a heartbeat of course. Too bad the elderly people were carrying her to a room where I am not allowed. Booo!

The Rock Star

We all know that Bamboo is the biggest band right now in the Philippines(name me another band bigger than Bamboo, and I'll give you one peso).

Well in this dream, Bamboo's bassist Nathan Azarcon and drummer Vic Mercado had a side project or something. And believe it or not, I was the front man! I played all guitar while singin'! We were a trio, like Nirvana. And I easily held my own against these 2 rock stars! Unbelievable because in real life, I am not a lead guitarist! But here, I played like Jimi Hendrix! Fuckin' unbelievable!

Well anyway, there I was, tearin' it up in the local music scene. And I was bein' advised by my former mentor Archie Uy. He said that I must be careful because rock stardom could ruin my life easily.

Now I wasn't really thinking that he was jealous because I am up there and he's not. It's just that he was concerned that I would fall into the deep abyss if I don't take care of myself. Advice taken sir!

FEU Chick Cuddling Session

I've had a couple of FEU chicks before. But this one in my dream was just too hot! She looked like she was a Harvard or Brent(or some local international school here) student! You know, with the foreigner mom or dad.

The dream was lame because there was no hardcore action going on. It was just that we were cuddling. That was it. No kissing. No kissing! All pure cuddling. Booooooo!

Caugh In The Act

There’s this nice team manager at the office named Kristine Jesena(a.k.a. “Em”/Mon Paniqui’s ex-girlfriend I think) who loves to walk around the floor and attend to the agents’ needs(she’s very pro-agent, which is nice). The thing was that she always catches me “Facebooking”! She has already caught me twice and she has already warned me sternly, “Isa pa Syd ha, isa pa.”[“One more time I catch you Syd, you know the deal”].

Now in this dream, she has caught me a third time! That was it for me I thought. She was sure to give me a warning! But somehow, I ended up without a warning, and we became textmates! Which was weird because I don’t kiss managers’ asses and I don’t exchange text messages with them. Weird!

(Another) New Incentive Scheme

Another one of 'em "realistic" dreams. I really thought it was true. It was about a new incentive scheme bein' rolled out in the office. That account always changes schemes like once every 4-6 months (for some fucked-up reason). So I was really shocked in my dream when they rolled out another new scheme because they just rolled out one like a month ago.

In my dream, I was sittin' in front of my desktop when I received an email. It was about the new scheme of course, with charts, graphs and everything explaining the new scheme. When I saw it, I groaned and almost said WTF out loud because the new incentive scheme rolled out was an even tougher one. Seems like the incentives are gettin' harder and harder to obtain to the point that they should just stop givin' out incentives so we won't feel any pressure.

All I can say is that, "Fuck big-time companies from India who treat us like the 'pariahs' of their society!" Fuck you!

Eyebrow Blues

This dream was pretty pointless. I mean, what’s the point of scratching or outlining the eyebrow? I mean (man lots of “I means” right there), bein’ chased around by zombies is fun, But this is somethin’ else! If it wasn’t for Mica in my dream, this would be nonsense.

SO there I was in dreamland, lying down. But I wasn’t lying down just anywhere. My head was resting on Mica’s lap. She was sitting on a bed.

Now the weird thing was that why was I resting on Mica’s lap when we’ve already broke up durin’ dream time? I should’ve known that it was all a dream due to that fact.

Another weird thing was what she was doin’ while I lying on her was that she was sorta’ scratchin’-slash-oulining my left eyebrow with her forefinger. Well whatever it was that she was doin’ sent a thrill thru my skin!

And the proverbial, “Then I awoke…”

Slippery When Wet

This dream just opened with me on the road all of a sudden. I was in this metallic, stainless steel covered vehicle. My guess that it was either an owner-type jeep, or the usual passenger jeepneys (or is that "jeepnies") that you see around.

It was drizzling, and the road was slippery. I wasn't alone for there was this one guy there sitting across from where I was at. I didn't know him, but I sensed that he was kinda' terrified too.

The reason for our terror? Well, the driver was a madman! He was speeding at what seemed like 130 km/hour! And he was swerving and shit. And remember, the road was slippery as a virgin's pussy! So one wrong turn, and we're like maggots crushed inside a can of coke!

Good thing that I didn't end the dream wherein I was just road kill! I became conscious. "Time to wake up to abnormality fool!", I thought to myself...But still, that was fun, and one helluva drug! Err, ride I mean.

Long Time No-Text

I have this friend/former classmate/schoolmate named Kristan Aldover (a.k.a. "Stan"). Last time that I've spoken to this dude was back in college I believe. We only get in touch via Facebook I believe. The point is that, we don't get to see each other. I always get to see my friends that are also his friends (like Mesh and RJ), but not him. Though I knew him first than Mesh And RJ.

Anyway, in my dream, I got to receive a text message from Stan sayin' that we should hang out or something. He's tellin' me to meet up and stuff. But in reality, I don't even have Stan's number on my cellphone. Pretty baffling..

The Wheelbarrow Prankstress

There’s this friend of mine from Laguna named Ehmz. And she’s got this chick friend named Van. Now I ain’t close with van, so what she did to me in my dream was unacceptable.

See, what happened was that I was drinking with some buddies (I forgot who they were in this dream). We were sittin’ on a carpet and I was lying down, facing the floor.

Then all of a sudden, Van appeared and lifted both of my legs up, suspending me in a wheelbarrow-like position. Not only did she let me hang. She fuckin’ slammed both of my legs to the ground. That bitch!

Now if that wasn’t enough, she didn’t apologize when I asked her to, and she was running away too! Now that really pissed me off ‘cuz I couldn’t catch the ho!

No while I was plotting my revenge (I was thinkin’ of pourin’ a whole pitcher of beer on her head while she’s drinking w/her friends), I awoke. Shoot!

The Baby Stepper

I dreamt about my childhood friend Jorge, and he was well off in this dream. It’s not that the dude’s poor. It’s just that he’s waaaaay too wealthy in dream zone.

The reason was because in dreamland earlier, he was in a mansion. Now in reality, his wife’s from a well-off family, but definitely not this rich! And it looked like he was self-made. I just don’t have any idea how he acquired his fortunes. Illegally I guess, JK!

Now in reality, he has this bastard named Alfonso (a.k.a. “Popon”). He’s like 2 ½ or 3 years old. I don’t know, I could care less. And as far as I know, he’s the only (begotten) son. But in this dream, it was a different story.

See, what happened was that I was walking in the living room of Jorge’s spacious abode when I almost stepped on the body of an infant, like 6 months old. The thing was that the baby looked like Popon! So I immediately bent over and said, “Hey Popon. Sorry, muntik na kita maapakan!” (“Hey Popon, I’m sorry that I almost stepped on you!”)

Then somebody (a lady’s voice) said, “Di si Popon yan. Kapatid ni Popon yan.” (That ain’t Popon. He’s Popon’s sibling)

That made me think and say, “Hey! Was I gone that long? Did I hibernate?”

Then it all ended.

The Weed-Traffic-Earthquake Story

I was with my dad and elder bro GP walking towards the village gate. Now right off the bat, I should’ve realized that this was a dream because this never happens. If it was true and we were approaching the village’s gate goin’ out, we should be in a vehicle or somethin’. But walking? It hasn’t happened yet as far as I can remember, ever!

The strange thing was that they were about to get into this vacant lot and smoke some weed. My dad will smoke weed?!? There’s not a snowflake’s chance in hell that he’s gonna smoke weed, let alone a cigarette! So that was another “dreamy” detail that I failed to notice! I’m really slow at this thing. Daym!

Well I didn’t join their pot session. I guess I also kinda’ didn’t want my dad to know that I was still smokin’ (he knows). But what’s the point, right? He smokes weed too! So I guess that makes us even. But the shame factor still kicked in. So I just signaled my bro to leave a li’l weed for me to smoke at a later time. In short, I didn’t join them.

Apparently, something happened. Because there suddenly was a traffic jam goin’ all the way to the village gate. I was curious, so I checked it out. But there was already someone who got there before me to quench his curious little mind. Ronnie Molina (A.K.A. “O-neh”). I guess it’s in the genes. That’s because his mom is the leading chismosa(gossip monger) in the street. Their house is also strategically located on the street corner at the end of our street (Cattleya St) so it’s like a crossroads right there.

Now I didn’t wanna’ walk goin’ out of the village because my dad will see me. As I’ve said, I didn’t wanna’ jam weed with the fucker.I just wanna’ be on my own. I don’t want no quality time. So I sneaked into this taxi, and I told the driver that I was hiding from someone. So I was lying face down, looking directly at the driver’s shoes while. I didn’t want to be facing the window on my side (the shotgun side) because I didn’t want my dad to see my face while hiding if in case he reared his head looking in for a sneak peak.

Now the “dad avoidance” was a success. But someone else spotted me when we reached the gate. It was Carlo, my childhood friend. I don’t know why he knew that someone was hiding there. But he seemed to be eager and happy to find me. He was wanting to thank me because I allegedly gave him a green jacket that was used by this chick on the pic of the MMAMania.com thread for St. Patrick’s Day. He was giving the jacket to his cousin before he leaves for the USA. Carlo is a seaman or something. And seamen here in the Philippines, in general, never go to the USA. It’s either Europe, Africa, Asia even. But not America. I don’t know why. I guess it’s too far away.

Now while we were talking, we passed by our house. But it was an awful sight because it lay in ruins while my mom was sitting outside, visibly stressed. She was like a WWII mom in Europe after the Nazis have bombed their town. The house looked like an earthquake with an intensity 8 on the Richter Scale just shook it up. The weird thing (lots of weird things in dreams, as always) was that the houses beside it, as well as all the other houses on the street were all intact while our house was reduced to rubble! Hopefully this shit doesn’t happen in real life. Woe is me if that ever happens!

The Hesitant Kisser

There's this girl I know named Sheila. She ain't a hot mom like some of my friends. But she's a cute one. and I have never kissed her, ever! The fucker's married.

But in this dream of mine, I found ourselves under the sheets. We were kinda' fondling each other or something of that sort.

But when it was time to kiss her, she was pulling herself away from me. I'm like "WTF?" I'm touching your hot-spots, but you don't like our lips to touch?!? Oh the irony!

Now when we were about to liplock(I can easily overpower biatch), the dream suddenly ended! Man why does it always end when the juicy parts are about to be shown?!? I fuckin' paid for my ticket! I want a refund!

Excessive Coupon Usage

Expedia.com usually gives out coupons to frequent travelers using the website. $100, $25, $200 coupons, you name it. There's even this coupon wherein you get $10 off per night.

Now the current coupon code for the $10 off per night promo is "10WINTER". As expedia.com travel agents, we are only allowed to use that if the customers know about it in the first place. Now some agents(like me) sometimes use that as a closer offer. If the customer doesn't want to book, we entice them by using the coupon code as a discount.

The big cheeses in the office actually have people who audit all these coupon usages, and keep track of the top 10 people who always use it just to get a sale. I don't rely on these coupons because of my selling skills(though I hate sales), so I end up using like 5 or 6 of these coupons tops in a month.

In my dream however, I was reported to the big cheeses because I used like 93 or 94 coupons, in a single week!. Before I realized that I was dreaming, I suddenly woke up. Shoot!

Loch Ness-esque

I'm in this lakeside village somewhere around Taal Lake. I didn't know exactly where, or why the fuck I was there. I just remember visiting these houses where nymphs or fairies lived. They kinda' looked like Andi Eigenmann and Angel Locsin. Very purty ;aleside nymphs right there.

I'm fond of the water, so I went for the lake, hoping to get a boat ride to the volcano. But what I saw kinda' shocked me. The water was black!. Just like the Loch Ness. I even thought for a moment that I was in Scotland! But the warm weather told me otherwise.

The Deserters

At work, I was assigned to this team led by this terrorizing and pesky supervisor named Genii(her name's spelled kinda funny, right?). Honestly, I don't give a fuck!

Well currently, I have these 2 teammates, Pam and Emi. Unluckily for them, they chose to be in Genii's team too for they had no choice. Genii's time slot was the most appealing to them. Who doesn't want a Saturday and a Sunday as rest days? They also knew about Genii's terrorizing ways. But still, they chose the path to the dark side. So we're all still currently teammates(we were teammates on our last team).

In this dream of mine, a reshuffling happened. Pam and Emi suddenly fled to other teams with more lenient supervisors, leaving me all by my lonesome self. So I instantly dubbed them, "The Deserters". Fuckin' cowards!

Pig Wailer

This dream was in the 3rd person point-of-view. It involved a farmer and a crying pig.

The farmer's appearance shows how Americanized my subconscious is. Instead of seein' the usual local farmer, I saw a rednecked one. Complete with straw hat and a jumper. A genuine hick from the sticks!

Now this farmer was feeding this pig. Or should I say hog because of its size? It was a big piggy, as big as the hairy yahoo himself. And because of the pig's slobbering movements, it almost swallowed a coin that the farmer was holding. I was just wondering why the farmer was holding onto a coin while holding a container of pig food. That wouldn't make his work any easier.

Good thing that the pig was able to cough it out. But unluckily for it, the farmer was enraged. so he roared at the top of his lungs to the pig, which proceeded to cry like a human child. I had this weird look on my face like "WTF is a pig doin', cryin' like a human being?!?" Poor pig...

Children Of The Porn

JL, Carlo, Arnie, Kenneth Diaz(all childhood friends), and I were in this house. Must be Eric's house, but I didn't see the dude. And we motherfuckers were doin' pornography! I mean, we were watching the shit from some TV.

The thing was that we used to do that waaaay back when we were younger rascals. But I can't imagine us doin' that now. We're way past that stage. But there we were, enjoying ourselves to some immoral flesh scenes.

Now it really was funny because while we were watching, a barangay patrol car came up in front of the house and started calling us out to surrender. I didn't panic one single bit because I thought that it was all a big joke for that to be happening. I was just running to the back of the house, laughing along the way. I was to happy to even think that I was just dreaming. Though i seldom am aware that I'm dreaming, this scene should be one of my cues to realize that it was all in the mind.

The Voice-Over

I had no idea what Ingersoll Rand was until I checked it out on the net just now. I happened to see this Ingersoll Rand thingy in one of 'em billboards along one of the metro's main thoroughfares.

According to the web, Ingersoll Rand is an international supplier to transportation, manufacturing, construction, and agricultural industries. I really had no idea that it was all about that.

When I was young, there used to be this advertisement either on the radio or on TV about Birch Tree. It's a full-cream milk brand. The audio of that ad had this li'l girly voice sayin' , "Birch Tree! It's everybody's milk!"

Now in my dream, I was hearin' that same voice-over. But it wasn't sayin' Birch tree. It just said , "Ingersoll Rand!" Complete with the foreign accent and everything. It's as if the Birch Tree girl was hired by Ingersoll Rand this time. When I awoke, I thought I was still hearing it.

Ruined Reunion

We were havin' a family reunion at home. But a lot of people were missin'. I had no cousins who were present. Just my uncles and aunts. All of 'em from my mom's side.

Now my mom actually ruined the reunion. She was bad-mouthing me and stuff while we were eating dinner. I couldn't take any more of it, so I left the table.

Now I have this uncle named Ike(a.k.a. "Enrique") and he's the most placid among all of my uncles, who are virtually loud(like Larry, Totoy, Lito, etc.). So it was kinda uncharacteristic of him to shout at me like that when I left the table. I didn't pay any attention when he was commanding me to go back to the table and eat. So he stood up and followed me.

When he overtook me, he gave me a thundering uppercut to the body, which had me reeling on the floor. That's when the dream ended. With an uppercut!

The Canine Slaughter

I was good as dead in his latest dream. And guess what killed me in it… A dog! Not just any dog. It was a pit-bull! And not just any type of pit-bull. It was a heavyweight pit-bull. The sonuvabitch weighed like 265 lbs or somethin’. As heavy as Brock Lesnar weighs during weigh-ins!

Now the setting was in this lawn. It was a huge and spacious lawn, complete with Bermuda grass and some statuettes and other stuff that you find in big house lawns. I was playing tag with some unknown kids. Now what the fuck is an old cunt like me playing with some 10-year olds?!?

Now as we were running around the spacious lawn, a maid from the house started shrieking, “Ayan na, nakatakas!!Saklolo! (Here it comes! It has escaped! Heeeelp!)

At first, I had no idea what the fuck she was screaming about. Then the housemaids and other people appeared in my sights running towards us kids. Then the beast came into view. It was a huge, canine with knives for fangs. And there were shreds of meat and clothes hanging from them. As if it had just devoured some helpless human.

It was scanning the lawn, looking for its next victim. Lucky for me I found this huge log, so I just hid behind it while the canine ran around the lawn, chasing the people who were fleeing for their dear lives. I heard their spine-tingling cries and I could hear flesh being ripped from bone! Poor humans!

I even heard the kids I was playing with screaming. Slowly, the screams died down. That’s due to the people dying one by one. But there was like one kid left, and the dog proceeded to chase him.

I was peeping behind the log, so I could see that the kid ran fast. The problem was that the kid was running towards my direction. I was like, “What the fuck?!? Get away from here! Spare me! Fuck it!”

Still, the kid ran like the wind towards the log that I was using to block myself from the dog’s view. He was quite agile too because he managed to jump over the fat log! Too bad for him the canine was agile too and it leapt over the log effortlessly. Too bad for me though because the dog’s head turned toward me while in mid-air. I was nearer to it than the kid, who was like already 40 feet away from us, so it was a no-brainer that the dog would opt for me as its next victim.

The cool thing about this dream though was the ending. It was like from a Japanese anime or something. While the dog was in mid-air staring at me, everything froze. And the edges of the dog became blurred. As if it suddenly became a sketch. And the color just vanished from it, leaving only shades of black, white and gray. Then I awoke.

Cool dream ending! But I’m sure it would be a bloody ending for me if the dream didn’t freeze like some anime ending that I was talking about in the previous paragraph.

NPA Leader Bomber Moran

I was in the provincial area. I could easily tell by the looks of my surroundings. Lots of trees, no pollution, and what not. The dream setting was outdoors too, so I could easily see that.

We were like sitting on some wooden benches. I was with some rebels or somethin'. I don't know, it looked like we were in Mindanao. But I believe we were in the central plains. I was with the NPA(New People's Army).

We were discussing an invasion plan or somethin'. We were gonna invade a military outpost in one of 'em provinces. I was just a lower ranking soldier, because I could hardly see the game plan bein' hatched, and I could barely see our leader who was masterminding everything.

So I encircled the group to get a better vantage point. When I got near the voice of the mastermind, I saw him! The ring leader of the rebels. None other than long time Filipino cinema villain, Mr. Bomber Moran! I was about to blurt out "Idol!" but I suddenly awoke. Too bad!

Easter Island Flick

I was in this van with GP and we were watchin' some flick. It had Ben Kingsley in it. But it wasn't any film that he was really in. This film only existed here in this dream.

The scene in the movie had guys runnin' around, playin' and jumpin' in the water, then rolling out of it. It looked like the setting was in the bayou or somethin'.

Now here is the weird part. I was suddenly part of the movie! I was with somebody I can't remember, rollin' in the water too! Suddenly, the water did somethin' strange. The water level rose and fell and the fishes were bunching up or somethin' weird like that. So I told the other guy(unknown throughout the course of the dream) to go uphill with me to be away from whatever danger the water possessed.

Now when we were at a certain vantage point surveyin' the area, there suddenly were seismologists or somethin' receivin' data from some scientific apparatus on their desks by the shore. They definitely weren't there before we climbed uphill.

Then a loudspeaker suddenly started blaring out this message: "Attention all residents! Attention all residents! Easter Island is sinking! I repeat! Easter Island is sinking!

That's when I saw the stone heads, then I awoke. This fucker ranks among the top weird dreams that I've ever had!

Grant Hill

It all started with a maid who apparently sold basketball cards. She had a vast collection. So I asked for the most common ones that I usually liked, like Upper Deck and Skybox. But the thing was that she gave me Topps cards!

I really didn't like Topps basketball cards because Upper Deck and Skybox were the shit back in the day! Cool designs, holograms and everythin'! For a kid, that was instant eye candy. I used to ogle at my hologram basketball cards for hours!

Now she gave me another page full of cards, this time, they were all Grant Hills. She had an impressive Grant Hill collection, from the rookie cards, to whatever. All of 'em were in Grant Hill's prime, as in Pistons basketball prime.

Then I noticed somethin' dubious. I noticed that it was my very own Grant Hill collection! I used to collect Grant Hill, Larry Johnson, Michael Jordan(who doesn't), and of course, my favorite Charles Barkley! So I instantly recognized my own collection. It was arranged exactly like the last time I saw it!

So I suddenly blurted out, "Hey! This is mine!"(Oi! Akin 'to ah!). The culprit just smiled guiltily.

The Gay Dad

I have this friend named Edu. And he has a dad who's a heck of a chef! Cooks succulent meals everytime we drink beer at their house. And his dad's a clear-cut man! If you know what I mean.

Well in this weird dream, his dad's a homosexual! As in "faggotty"[sorry for the term] gay! I don't know how I discovered this. All I know is that I somehow saw his dad's hips sway as he was walkin' to their kitchen to fix us somethin' to eat.

Bein' the frank and straight-forward person that I am, I asked Edu, "Man, bading ba tatay mo?"(Man, is your dad gay?)

He replied, "Wag ka maingay pare ah. Oo, bakla nga siya. wag mo nalang ipagkalat."(Yes, he's a homosexual. Just don't tell the others.)

And then I woke up. Damn I didn't even get to follow up on his dad's homosexuality! I wasn't even aware that I was dreamin' for his dad's gayness was really fuckin' unreal!

The King Of Ground And Pound

I dreamt again this morning. I guess I'm on a roll this February! It was about one of my childhood friends who lives like 4 streets away from home. His name's Jorge[and the fucker likes to pronounce it as "George"]. Like, c'mon man! Accept the fact that it's "Hor-he"!!

Well he's an arrogant prick. He used to be as far as I know. I don't hang around him that much to know. I guess he still is. A leopard can't change his spots. But lately, he seems nice. I just don't hear him bragging anymore. Well to me at least. Because he knows what kind of verbal lashing he's gonna get from me.

In this dream, we were at someone else's house. I think it was Eric's, I dunno. But I'm sure it was in our subdivision. He said something outta place, so I told him to STFU(shut the fuck up). He was angered by this so he decided to stand and bang with me.

When we were kids, I could've easily wilted under his onslaught. But it's 2010 baby, so he couldn't match my hand speed. I'm stronger than him too(I used to lift heavier weights than him) so I just proceeded to pound him out.

The next scene in the dream was that we were in this room with other dudes. His face was busted up and everything, and he always kept looking at me in a menacing way. As if he wanted revenge.

Well I didn't give a fuck about it, and just continued talking to this dude. When I least expected it, he(Jorge) started rainin' blows on me. Good thing my chin's pretty solid, so I wasn't fazed. I just countered and pounded him out again. The dream ended through ground and pound. I guess I'm more of a GNP fighter, hehehe!

From Cousin Reunion to Sister-Ex Eroticals

Another dream brought to you by the Dream God! This time, it was about some cousins, namely Yug and Marlo, and an ex's sister named Joy.

It's kinda' outta place because Yug is in Canada right now, as far as I know. So when I saw him, I was surprised!. I just said, "Kamusta na?"(How 'ya doin'?), while givin' him a brotherly hug. His mom, Tita Remy, died just a few months ago.

Now he had with him this contraption. I believe what he held was a Gameboy Advanced(or is that just "Advance"? too lazy to google it up) or whatever that was. And the strange thing was that it had stored pics in it, just like a digicam. though as I've said earlier, he was holdin' somethin' else. I was too slow to sense that it was a dream because weird details like that don't really show up in real life!

Now guess what the pics were. It was Yug and Chicosci(a local emo band), together with Yug's brother Jack and his band(I forgot the name, but I'm sure they sounded like The Out Of Body Special), posin' underneath a big tree, with a backdrop of a lagoon, or small lake or somethin'(is that called a lagoon? words are all mixed up in my head right now).

Then I was suddenly transported into this room. It was deep at night and I was in the middle of my cousin Marlo, and my ex's sister Joy. The thing was that Joy seemed to be yummy(she really is in real life) in this dream, with her extremely short shorts, and satinesque upper garment, coverin' her thinly-clad breasts.

I was just about to grope 'em or somethin', when her hands darted out and suddenly snatched mine, guidin' it. Doin' all the groping for me. Now honestly, her boobs really felt good, so I just let her do all the walking, while I did all the (dirty) talkin'. Hehehe! Sick dream!

New Dimensions

There's this street in our subdivision called Vicenta. I was walking along this street together with my childhood friend Randelle(a.k.a."Bulik") towards where we lived, just a couple of blocks towards the east. I remember us reminiscing about how he and Galo(another old time friend)used to cut classes, and then we would go and do some junk work. You know, asking for bottles and old newspaper to sell to the junkyard for money.

Well the reminiscing part wasn't exactly the high point in this dream. It was the fact that the the road that we were walking on that was supposed to be flat, was all of a sudden sloping steeply downwards. It was like a street in San Francisco or somethin'. I then realized and said to myself, "Hey! This ain't right!" The dimensions of this dream world are fuckin' distorted!

I was this near to realizing that I was dreaming(the vital step is realization!)when I suddenly woke up. Time for another shitty shift! Fuck!

Outbreakers

This dream involved zombie-like creatures. Well they were actually people too. It's just that an epidemic broke out and I'm one of the last few holding out against the "infected".

There I was, somewhere along the corner of Edsa and Roxas BLVD or somethin'.It was in front of one of 'em hotels. I believe it was the Hyatt, or whatever it was that had the casinos.

Well anyway, there I was standing, just waiting for the fuckers to come out of the hotel. And there they suddenly were, barging out the door and gliding down the stairs. Agile motherfuckers! I was one of the few athletic ones who are still around. Only the ones with good cardio were left. Though some have already been bitten.

Like the zombie football team or somethin' that was runnin' towards me. I had a gun. But I preferred not to waste bullets on 'em. But if I ain't pullin' the trigger, wil I be able to outrun these zombies?

Seemed like I could because I gained a lot of ground, reachin' the Forbes area while they were still in Magallanes or somethin'. I believe I even saw the fuckers panting, with their tongues out. They must be hungry for human flesh, because man they were outta shape!

The Hottie(Mom) And The Nottie(Me)

I like this dream 'coz of the hot momma! This hot MILF was like no other. She was steamin' like sizzlin' wasabe or somethin'!

She kinda looked like that hot mom from Desperate Housewives. Not Eva. The other momma from boner town, the dark-haired one.

There was nothing sexual about the dream really. It's just that this baby-momma was givin' me an intense and sensual stare. So sharp her stare was, that it woke me up!

In The Northern Hemisphere[possibly]

My dream was pretty vague. I didn't know when or where it was exactly the dream occured.

All I could remember was that I was in a dingy and dusty antique/artifact store or somethin'. And of course, there was this geeky, middle-aged caucasian dude manning the store. It was also gloomy and gray outside because there was light comin' from a translucent glass pane above the wall, so I know that this store was below street level. I could be in London for all I know.

Then an old woman came in. She looked like a hag or a witch and she came in to buy this old-school fish display. You know, the type that's stuck sideways on a wooden piece, and sings. Like that fish in The Sopranos that always made Tony have anxiety attacks.

Then the dream was cut short there. Too bad.

The Brawler

I just had a dream like 2 hours ago. it involved another high school mate. Well actually, there were 2 of 'em. But I really couldn't remember the 2nd one. Fuck memory loss and its effects!!

Well at least I vividly remember the other guy. It was high school bud Nigs Brizuela.

See what happened was that there was like an altercation that happened. It was in an Ateneo High School classroom too. What am I doin' there after 10 years? i don't know. Ask the Dream God.

Well anyway, I just tried to check the scene out when Nigs suddenly pushed me away from the fight sayin, "Tayo nalang, suntukan!"[Let's fist-fight right now!]. And there was this other scrawny guy beside Nigs who was like, "Ano?! Duwag ka naman eh!"[C'mon, coward!]

This really turned me on, because I' really looking forward to punch someone in the face, just to relieve some stress and tension. So I went like, "Tangina ka(pointing to the scrawny one) maghintay ka jang sidekick ka. Ililigpit ko lang 'tong boss mo(referring to Nigs)[you sidekick son of a bitch, just wait for your turn, I'll deal with your boss first].

And there I was, slugging it out with those two. Unfortunately, my face got busted pretty bad. But they're now happily swimming with the fishes! I knocked 'em out both cold.

The Cock Sniffer

Man these dreams keep gettin' weirder and weirder. The shorter the dream is, the more nonsense it seems to me.

Like this dream that just occured. It was about this guy, I forgot who he was. I believe he's BJ Palattao[a high school classmate].

Well it was like our retreat or somethin'. And I was in my dark room, fast asleep. Suddenly, there was a rustling feeling comin' from my groin. Then I felt something poke the edge of my dick. Turns out it was that guy and he was smelling my dick's edge and I said, "What the fuck is up with you fagg?!?"

Then I awoke. Pretty gay dream right there. Just glad it didn't come to somethin' else...

The Madman's Lab

[01-11-10]

I was a lab experiment. They stuck something way bigger than a needle in all the spaces in between my vertebrae. I'm like a human being milked in the matrix or somethin'.

And it wasn't only me. My elder bro GP was also in this container suspended in a clear, yet greenish liquid. A lot like where Wolverine was in when he was being experimented on by the US gov't.

There's like an electric shock that coursed through my entire body everytime they stuck those tubes into my spine. And by the 3rd spine semi-impalement, I suddenly jolted myself awake!

Rape Me

I had a dream where I was about to get raped by a big lummox[well that's how they called it in Ren and Stimpy], or you know, those big, hairy, lumbering oafs.

And this oaf was gay it seemed!!

I don't remember who I was with, but I knew we were drinking liquor. I knew I was drugged. Or as that Ramones song goes, "Somebody Put Something In My Drink". The reason is that I ain't weak enough to pass out and get groggy from a couple of beers. No, not me!

Next thing I knew, this lummox was hovering above me, sniffing, kissing and caressing me. I was like "No please!!" while passing in and out of consciousness. now I know how a girl feels like gettin' raped.

And the dream eneded right about there.

~the end~

Deja Vous-esque

[12-14-09]

I had this dream the night before that rakrakan shit went down last Saturday. It was somehow about Rozmic a.k.a. "Turk".

Believe it or not, it was like deja vous when it happened in reality. Though on a weird side note, it was kinda strange that the dream was happenin' even before the rakrakan thingy was gettin' started!

In that surreal and subconscious event, we were there in the Blue Wave parking lot[though I haven't been there yet during the actual dream time, which was the real time, man that's kinda' confusin'!], just like where the gig said it would be on Saturday night.

There was this crappy band playin' on stage, and it was like 10PM or somethin'[I arrived 1210AM]when Turk said "Uwi na kame tsong"[man we're goin' home].

I just said, "Ingat tsong!"[take care my friend!] then the dream like ended there.

The thing that didn't make the actual thing a "complete" deja vous was the fact that we actually left almost at the same time. That was when the gig sorta' ended.

I believe the ending of the dream signifies the end of the gig.

End of dream tale...