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.
No comments:
Post a Comment