  What are weird dreams all about? What do they mean? It's like one minute your dreaming about fears, the next minute passions, then old memories erupt out of nowhere like they were some old program running on a unknown queue. I haven’t checked my mail, friendster, or phone yet today. My last creepy though was walking down an empty old village. Much like the villages you see near UP, or around Quezon. Most of the houses were one-story and were partly made out of wood (although in the Philippines houses are made mostly of concrete). Everything was in a shade of sepia yet, or felt like a shade of sepia but I could see colors distinctly. There was a forest in the background, dense with many old dying flowers on the floor. I could not see the past the canopy but it felt like a august afternoon, when the rainy seasoned just started then stopped.
It was weird walking and counting all my steps to the forest. I could feel each moment pass, like they were a separate frame on a movie reel. I got as far as the trees then I would wake up because of my fever. I wanted to continue the dream but it was to far off with my other concerns. I wonder what else was there behind the trees. About my other concerns… I’ll be taking a day of on Thursday to go to school and catch up with several of my projects. I don’t think I can get much done today. I itching to start turning through the pages of GURPS compendium 1 and see what magic I can work. Its my mom’s bday on Thurs. I’ll ask her if I can celebrate it tomorrow that way I can go to the game on Thursday… To bad Dick won’t be there.
I liked him as a leader cause of how Hess looked and felt as a character. I could easily imagine Johnny “boom-boom” brisco(based on bruce Campbell) taking orders from a Warrant Officer Hess (based on Michael Clark Duncan). Heck, the party as far as I’m concerned looks great. The last mission was great. Too bad were going Arthurian next game season. I wish we went on with WH40k. Another dream… Its weird that when I dream of women… its usually in a harrowing situation.
I would be escaping some demonic horde, I’d be in a family crisis trying to find a solution, I would be in a haunted city trying to rescue her. Although my last two GFs left me when things got rough. I can’t blame them, I mean who wouldn’t want to leave. I would leave me If I had the chance:P I can’t dream of romance though… I guess that sucks. I honestly don’t have a romantic bone in my body.
Hey, I’m cheap(frugal) and much of a slob(ill mannered), not to mention I thrive in sarcasm and teasing remarks. Although on rainy nights, there were some dreams that were short but really nice. There was a dream when I was in my pajamas and waking up to my kid’s cries. I was haggard from work and my “wife” lay beside me still in her bathrobes. I assumed to have fallen asleep before her, and she must have taken care of the kid then. Then I jumped out of bed, startled, and after looking around for my glasses (more of feeling around) I went to the crib and took the little guy and went to the microwave in the kitchen and heat some milk. It was a short dream… I remember my “wife” woke up after me and found me in the kitchen talking to the little tyke.
I don’t talk baby, so I talked adult and told him how important it is not to wake up the sleeping lady. It was to my surprise she was there, just about to fix her robes when she walked in to our conversation. Unfortunately It ended there. Although it was just a scene, a very short scene, it was nice that my mind decided to give me a break and give me that dream.
Hey I deserve good dreams now and then. Of course there were nightmares. I don’t consider dreams where things trying to kill me a nightmare. I consider it an adventure. My idea of a nightmare is much more personal and gruesome. My last nightmare wasn’t too long ago. It still haunts me when I think of it. It was about my grandmother and father on my mother’s side. I was particularly close to my grandparents of the staff. My grandfather was a teacher and my grandmother ran a small store at their house. My lola(grandmother) raised me with all the manners she could cram into my stubborn head and my lolo was trying to make me a scientist. I learned the birds and the bees from my lolo when I was ten. It wasn’t about girls and boys but zygotes and reproduction.
Getting back to my dream, my I remember my grandmother was talking to me. She was telling me all her dreams for us. My grandfather sat there quietly. I remember that my grandfather had failing senses but he could feel what we all felt for each other at that time. It was a lonely day in their house… the one in san juan. We were connected by a bridge and when we got home from school (all the way in alabang) we would go to their house and great them (by asking for their blessing, by placing their hand on our foreheads). My lola told us to always ask for blessings to greet them and at 6 o’clock. Their room is dark and filled with old pictures and mementoes from Cotobato. It was then did I notice something strange when we sat opposite of each other. My grandfather slowly began to shrink, not in size, but it was like his skin was too big for him and his fluids began to spill to the floor. My grandmother was trying to tell us in our horror that they won’t be long. Then she began to do the same.
My grandparents were melting away, actually more of rotting away before me. I couldn’t take the sight any more. That’s when I woke up to a rainy early morning, in our new home in makati. I told Melchior about it. We all had bad feelings of something terrible lurking around the corner. I could still feel it coming, like a date unmarked on the calendar. Everyday that passes brings me unsuspectingly closer to what will happen. Its just sad that I won’t be able to do anything great before my grandparent would be able to sense or appreciate it.
My lola would always kid me that I would be rich and that I would give her money. I entertained her by telling her that If I were rich, I’d by them a bigger house to stay in and treat them out to the best restaurants. Man, if I had a chance. I’d buy them this rotten country and kill off all the corrupt people and re-establish it glory days of old… the time they lived they were a young family and the whole country had so much hope. When the country was reconstructing itself after the war. If I had the power I would… but then that’s a dream. Like the ones we look for when we close our eyes and try to forget the pains the day has given us. Its something fleeting and trivial, when matters such as money and compromise come up. 
