Recently, I’ve been reading a lot. The past three or so weeks, I’ve finished three books. During the same time period, I’ve dreamt more frequently and more vividly.
I woke up this morning with a dream which was pretty long. In fact, it was like two different scenes or short films in one dream.
The first one was short. Well, at least what I recall from it is short. Maraming nangyari, marami akong nakita.
I was riding in a jeep with high school badminton teammates Isay and Martha. We were on EDSA, on our way to SM North. When we were approaching the green footbridge near the jeepney terminal, Martha asked for my camera. Of course I handed it over. She then started filming the short ride remaining. When we got to the terminal, all of a sudden it shifted into (surprise!) the bus terminal in Starmall Alabang. Martha still continued filming as we were going down.
We were walking towards the mall (we were in SM even though it looked like Starmall). The three of us were walking in a row. I was in the leftmost. I don’t remember who was beside me. There was this jeep in front of me, going towards me, moving at a slow speed. It was as if the driver doesn’t care I was walking in front. I avoided it and took a glance at the driver. I was surprised to see he wasn’t looking front at all. He was talking, with his head turned to the back, to a passenger.
I would’ve been run over if he wasn’t going that slow.
Suddenly, (surprise!) the scene shifted. I’m not sure if this happened before or after the previous scene.
I found myself sitting alone inside a parked jeep. Outside, the atmosphere was gloomy. Makulimlim ‘yung kulay, parang art house film galing Europe. It kind of reminded me of a prison, actually, the whole view I was looking at.
I was seated at the right side of the jeep, middle part. I look left, outside, and see a street child. I don’t remember if he was with friends. Basta nandun siya. He was holding a rock the size of a Kowloon House jumbo siopao. Pretty big. And then (surprise!) he throws the rock to the direction of the jeep I was in. Bam! There was a hard landing on the roof. I was terrified. I seriously thought the rock would go through the roof and hit me on the head.
I went down immediately after. Who knows, the kid might go in the jeep and stab me with an ice pick next. I made my way to where my teammates were: (surprise!) my dad’s office. I don’t know why I knew my dad was there. I just did. And I’m even more weirded out that my teammates are there. I knew deep down it was my dad’s office, but when I went in, it looked less like BDO and more like a (surprise!) factory. At least the corridors and the restrooms looked that way.
I made my way inside a room. When I went in, it resembled a school library. There were shelves with papers and books. I don’t really know. That’s what the camera was showing (yes, I am a cinematographer in my dream): a bookshelf filled with books and papers with students and tables in the foreground, out of focus, and other students walking by in the middle ground.
I went in to this room without much of a purpose. And then (surprise!) Chlyde appears. I felt better, breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of her. We chatted.
Then the scene dissolved into another place I’ve been in in my dreams before: Mama’s house (my grandma). There was a party hosted there. It was a (surprise!) JC party. In Mama’s house. Weird.
In some undiscovered part of the house (I’ve known that house since I was an infant. Didn’t see this particular place), there was a dinner table. The table was rectangular and can comfortably hold six people, one on each short side, two on each long side. I don’t know if this was dinner or if this was after the dinner since there weren’t much people in the table.
I sat in one short side. Directly opposite me was some guy (light was too dim to see his face), and on my far right was Chlyde. The light was dim, like the lighting used in an interrogation room in movies. There wasn’t any food on the table anymore (or yet). The three of us seemed tired. We weren’t talking. No one spoke. The guy had both elbows on the table. Chlyde leaned closer to him and put her head on his arm near his shoulder. I felt something inside me. Then like magic (or discontinuity editing), they (surprise!) magically appeared on the table’s left side, the guy to my near left, Chlyde beside him. Then Chlyde stood up and hugged the guy, her chest on his left shoulder, her head on his head, and both arms around his right arm with hands clasped. I felt something inside me.
Suddenly the scene shifts to (surprise!) Mama’s room. And it wasn’t just a regular scene. It was a (surprise!) party-like room. The only JCers I could remember who were there in the room were Ralph, Raine, Mario, Chlyde, and myself. The only light source in the room was the TV. On the far side of the room, beside the TV was a couch where the four of them were seated. Meanwhile, I was on the floor in front of the TV eating chips. Beside me, sitting on the foot of the bed was (surprise!) Mama wearing a duster, preparing to go to sleep.
Time passed. Everyone then started leaving already. Or at least go somewhere else in the house. All except me and Chlyde. She had on her this white sleeveless top with purple and pink prints on the front. We started talking again. I think by this time Mama was already sleeping soundly on her bed. Chlyde and I were talking.
“Inaantok na ‘ko,” I told her. “Tulog na tayo.”
“Tara,” she replied.
We were about to leave but (surprise!) my guitar stuff were there. I was picking up my Behringer V-Amp 2 from the foot of Mama’s bed when it suddenly slipped out of my hands and dropped to the floor. When I picked it up, over half of the knobs were gone. This time other JCers appeared. They helped me look for the missing parts. I checked under the bed, behind the TV, all possible areas. None.
“Parang meron ata dun,” one JCer said, pointing towards the Papa’s closet while seated on the couch and peering under. I went inside to check. Some broken equipment were there. I don’t know, though, how a broken allen wrench was there. Many of them. But I picked them up. I was also looking for (surprise!) a needle. I don’t know why. I found one, but it was the one with a big eye. I told myself it wouldn’t work. I went back out. I looked at my effects and felt so bad. I was gonna lose it. I felt really really terrible about it.
And that was when I woke up thinking, “Thank God that was just a dream,” regarding my guitar effects. I also thought, “Damn, I wish that were real,” for some parts (just figure out which parts).
I don’t really know what to make of this dream, this short film. Though it reminds me of the times when Chlyde and I are hanging alone together and suddenly, someone or something joins us and… basta gets niyo na yun.
Fun dream, all in all.