the truth about my dreamland

[mood accomplished]

[music sympathy by goo goo dolls]

It's been a while since i last blog, mainly because i don't have anything to write and for 5 long days i was not able to lay a finger on my pc...

My stay at home served its purpose. I was able to escape city life for a while and settle to my old lazy life...(hehe!) you know the eat-sleep-watch tv routine...and oh well i brought with me some books so I'll add reading to the list...What's there to say? Absolutely nothing! (hehe..nonsense noh?!)


So anyways, while i was there, my weird dreams reappears again. Transporting me to dreamland at night and leaves me wondering every morning. My dreams are just flashes of scenes like a series with no end. There are a lot of people involve. I know some of them but what's scary is that there are people with no faces. (maybe i just can't remember because I don't know them). I really believe that my dreams are connected to my reality 'coz i have experiences to prove it..

I'll cite one..this happened 5 years ago but i can still remember every detail of it...(errr!) Retelling this story gives me goosebumps...Here it goes...It was January 8, 2000 when my grandfather died (my lolo's brother). I heard the news 5 days after his death. I was studying here that time (I was in 2nd year high school at Holy Child) so I can't go home immediately. I have to wait until classes are over. So here comes Friday and I'm all set to go home but my mom arrived strangely postponing our trip. I have no choice but to stay...That Friday night my unforgettable dream occured...in my dream I was at the old house of my lolo (I'm referring to my own grandfather, not the one who died. ) I went to his room upstairs and what i saw almost blew my wits out of my system... my other grandfather (yong namatay) was on top of a floating coffin holding a candle, he stopped by my grandfather's window (oh by the way the window of the house was that of the classic Spanish style..yong capiz na movable) and persuade him to go with him. My grandfather rise up from his bed and stand near the window. After a few seconds he sits in the coffin, when he saw me by the door he waved goodbye and the coffin moves instantly. The whole time I was just standing there crying as I watched the coffin disappear in the sky...

That's the end of it because my mom woke me up. She asked me why I'm crying but I couldn't answer. I'm so scared because the dream felt so real. So instead of answering her question i asked her if my grandfather is ok or if anything happened to him. She was silent for a while..then she told me in a low voice "Patay na ang lolo mo..kahapon pa.." I could not believe what I'm hearing...I confronted my mom why she didn't tell me earlier that day. She said that she's just looking for the right timing because she knows that it will be hard for me to accept it. I was very close to my grandfather and I love him dearly. I told my mom about my dream teary eyed...She comforted me but I wasn't able to go back to sleep because I'm afraid that the dream will continue. That morning me , my sister and my mom went home with grief. And the rest is history....What I realized was, that dream serves as a sign...maybe my grandfather want me to know about his death that's why he chose to enter in my unconscious state...

Well, that's pretty long, I completely retell the story bit by bit. But what I'm trying to say is that sometimes my dreams become mirrors of my reality. I experienced a lot of deja vu (The illusion of having already experienced something actually being experienced for the first time). There are instances wherein I feel like I've seen or experience this particular moment before and later on I'll found out that I've dreamt of that scene long before it actually happened.

Dreams can be defined in a lot of ways, one of which is that dreams are series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. According to the books I've read when you dream, your spirit separates from your body. I don't know if it's true though. But what I believe is that dreams are products of our imagination. If we think too much of something or someone we'll end up dreaming about it. And usually our dreams are exaggerated, packed with unimaginable adventures and make believe fantasies. I even have my share of these fantasies when I dreamed about my dream boy (hehehe!) but unfortunately I can't see his face (again!) What happened in my dream??! That's for me to know and for you to wonder...(hehehe) So I'll settle to my ideas and opinions about dreams and maybe read a little more. (e.g. interpretations and meanings). I will not base my life through it but it will serve as a sign or prophecy of what will happen in the future. *wink*


P.S.
i watched herbie today w/
kuja,jc,mario and thyron..
it was cool..i didn't attend
my class...wahh..bad ko!
hehe..ano kaya ginawa
nla knina?! hehe yan ang
napapala ng mga
pasaway...hehehe