It’s been months, I think, since I last had a dream… or remembered my dream. According to Psychology, dreams are natural and everyone are having dreams everytime they sleep. The only difference among us is how many of those dreams each of us recall upon awakening.
I am one of those people who often remember her dreams. It’s almost everyday that I have new story about what happened in those dreams. And usually, I am in a familiar place, with familiar people.
The best dream so far
Last night, I finally got my mind back to work. Up to this minute, I can still recall every detail of my dream.
I was in Calle Crisologo in Ilocos (a famous spot in one of the provinces in the Philippines), except it has an intersection to another Calle Crisologo. I was in one corner, a sari-sari store (small convenience store) of some kind, and I was with my friends waiting for I was not sure what. One of those friends was Zanjoe Marudo (one of the famous actors in the Philippines).
I asked Zanjoe “bakit ang tagal?” (“what’s taking it so long?”) He said he didn’t know and just went back to playing with his PS4. I got annoyed and crossed the street just to kill boredom. I was almost at the other side of the street when it suddenly rained. For whatever reason (maybe because I haven’t tried it yet), I danced (the usual “under the rain” kind of dance, not the weirdo kind of dance) in the middle of the street. And guess what, I was still checking out the beautiful man, Zanjoe.
I honestly believe there are hidden messages and meanings in our dreams. I mean, it’s our subconscious working, right? So definitely, it means something.
So when my alarm (meaning my baby) woke me up, I googled what an “actor” and “rain” in a dream mean. Apparently, an actor symbolizes your pretentious self, trying to hide the truth. And rain represents depression, sadness, or may be releasing yourself from negative emotions and energy.
It just amazes me because it actually applies, I mean 100%, with what I am feeling consciously. I was aware of the things that were making me sad or depressed, and I was waiting for something that can free me from those. And when I realized I can actually run from it myself, then I did. The sad part was (or is), I am still looking back as if something’s pulling me back or I am not sure I want to run away.
Uhm, so what?
Funny I wrote a very personal story on my blog when I just decided to start with a clean slate. I accidentally deleted my blog (or just messed it up) when I was trying to set everything in private. I couldn’t restore it now, so here I am starting a new one. Fortunately, I was able to import my old posts, so pwede na din. And I promise myself to minimize sad and angry posts because I know it’s kinda awkward and embarrassing and useless. But I will stay true to my posts and to my readers.
So hello, this is my new blog and hey, I already got my own domain! What a gift, right?