darkness of 1/13:
i dreamt of several scenes, what i could remember is being on this squatters compound with the hubby. what was so disturbing about the dream was he asked me to drive the car around that i
could pick him up right at the exit of where he needed to see some people.
i had enough control like i was wheeling the car in neutral gear. i felt stomping on 3 pedals confused which were the brakes, i had less than 5 seconds to come to a complete stop before i fall into this creek filled with yellow goo. there was a man made bridge made of wooden planks and obviously not fit for any vehicles to drive on. as i took a deep breathe i saw my hubby walk right up behind me with 2 companions. a lil boy and some guy obviously residents of the area. i tip toed to the other side dreading the site of the yellow (might be radioactive) goo gushing below. right behind me the boy followed, and fell into the goo. the bystanders didn't panic nor did they try to do anything to help the goo-drowning kid, one explained to me that its instant death anyways since the river bottom is silt filled that you'd sink deeper into it if you try to wobble your way out, plus the goo was actually a concoction of all water-born diseases classified and unclassified to mankind.
So i stood there awestruck how nonchalant everyone was, then i heard my hubby calling me that its his turn to cross. i had to inch my way closer to the edge of the river so I'd have my hands out for him to grab when he's close enough..... 2 steps on the plank.. he fell right into the river. surprisingly it was only waist-high. i told him not to move and I'll get him out. i fetched him a garden hose to grab hold on and we reeled him in.. then the boy came sploshing around like fish out of water grabbing hold of his shirt, we got them both out. We had to spray them out of the filthy goo that covered both of them.
Another scene started with us running away from a medieval battalion, we run and we hide as a bunch of 5 people. a funeral, it was so grandiose that we had it in a cathedral attached to a castle.
The castle had families living in the dark as inhabitants, they scamper out of view when we walk the halls. This puzzled me, eventually i realized that we were royalties. We ran out of one of
the castle's towering gates being pursued by men in armors of all types, there were tribal Celtic ones and there were also the western type. Outside the castle gate we tiptoed to one tunnel to
another, hiding in the shadows until we made our way to our car. hahaha as in CAR!! in the heavy tinted car we watched as the crowd of pursuers passed us clueless that we were just at their peripheral view, breathless and panicky. when they all finally passed we drove 500 meters to one mansion looking establishment where we were welcomed by 2 mestizos. I talked comfortably with them like i know and trust in my heart that they'd help us take safe refuge in their place.
The car slowly drove into the driveway/dungeon. hahaha! almost crashing into a table of men
drinking tanduay and playing tong-its. hahaha! we camped out for a couple of nights there, as royalties we were not spoken to except for the masters of the house. The accommodations were not even close to any cheap class motel around. i remember walking through the halls looking for the washroom. i held a toothbrush in one hand and Andrea on the other. we were led to this crooked room with 3 doors all adjoining other rooms. Now that i recall it it was like prying open oysters, some crevices too subtle to suspect it lead somewhere (there was something/someone in it). I went in, out, through doors but never walked a step back, i wanted to make sure i didn't circle my way around. That was the predominant thought as i search the most acceptable wash area where i can take a shower. I finally settled taking the one where i had my sister in a relative distance and some companions nearby. It (the room)* felt safe and hygienic enough to bare it all, so i went on with my business.
As i stepped out of the tub with towels drawn over and around my preskong body i went to look for a hamper of some sort where i'd dump my used towels. This being a warpy dream to start with its pretty obvious i had to figure out where the hampers were. I crouched in front of the most odd object i could find in the room, and it had to be a door who opens halfway below where i was standing.
There were ---- (continued after the footnote.. )
*there were shower curtains.. each wash area was different from the other but they had generic shower curtains and hooks hanging at arms-reach. I stepped into this off-white tub draw over the curtains. to my left was my sister in a jacuzzi tiled in Capiz shells, her curtains was dimmed more by the steam from her bubbling spring bath. to my right were a 2 door cubicle with mint doors, voices that called from behind them were familiar, a towel hung by the door of the one to the left and a pair of hotel cloth slippers hoisted carelessly on the floor...that's how detailed it was..
READ THIS ALL OVER AGAIN..after 2 years.
Some parts i can still picture, as much as I want to narrate the succeeding events in THAT dream.. i need professional help to regress unto my subconsious.. dig though archives of dreams..
2 years ago!
Brain-gym??
Dreams remain magical. i wish dreaming goes beyond death. An ideal after-life scenario for me is sitting in the couch witih chips and gin and juice watching all my dreams like i am DVD-Marathon-ing. :)
ma-post na nga toh... baka mag 2yrs old again as a draft.
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