i just realized that ive had tons of dreams though i have missed the same amount of blog entries.i've taken advantage of my blog!!

so far,this is the one that i realllllyy remembered since i've been facinated by the subject recently:
as a result of my over-zealous interest in zombie apocaplyses, i recently dreamt of one...in my house.as fitting as it sounds, it was a freakishly dark and stormy night. the family and i were enjoying a nice and quiet action movie when we heard moaning and some struggling outside ourhumble abode.everyone was curious so we took a peek outside and, well, obviously it's a freaking zombie. that's what i told everyone as well. 
the zombie freak in me kicked in and i quickly ordered everyone to lock down the house and went up my room to get my baseball bat. (yes, oddly enough i really DO sleep with a bat under my pillow). 
lucky, the house itself is ideal for this. i mean our REAL house. we have a bottleneck walkway, TWO heavy metal gates, windows with asero grills, a verrrrrry heavy sliding doors.like freaking heavy sliding doors. 
everything was going well, i'd be lying to say that i didn't enjoy the occassional bash in the head of an undead. then my dog got out. can you imagine the terror. it's like watching your child run head first towards a hoard of zombies barking mad. literally.i was freaking out,i was struggling against my family's arms to get to my dog and...

and then, like all good movies, there's a perfectly timed cliff hanger, and i woke up.

Doughnuts are Heaven

lately, I've had exactly TWO dreams about a specific brand and type of food which,for the sake of anonimity, we will call KrispyKreme.

first dream was reaaaaly vague but it involved a car chase, a closed down mall, a syndicate who is after me and heavenly doughnuts. first thing i remember is the car chase. they were on big bikes...I was on a lambo spyder...i love it.i felt like an action star (most of my dreams allows me the luxury to do so). they were chasing me around the parking lot and when i got out of the building, the box of doughnuts miraculously appeared on my passenger seat...with toppings and flavors i can only dream of.

i hate it when dreams do that. your brain tricks you into thinking that strawberry-blueberry hybrid CRISPY krispykreme doughnuts exists...and you will be left hanging.heartbreaking.

the other was simple enough but that hardest one to deal with...

i was simply taking a bite from a simple glazed krispykreme...and the alarm went off and my eyes flew open and then i was awake...

a second later, my mouth started watering after i realized what the effing hell just happened...shit.

I Faint At The Sight Of Blood

Last night was one of the scariest dreams that I've had and the amazing thing is that it's only a single scene. I faint at the sight of blood--I am saying this almost seriously, okay? Respect me. I have fainted a total of two times when I was in high school (one was a severe burn on a hand from a red-hot mixing rod in the science lab & the other a deep slit from a cutter knife on my right forefinger and it wouldn't stop bleeding). Both incidents involved blood and/or minor injuries. You know when scientists say that women have more pain receptors that men so something that feels like a mosquito bite to a man is a pinch to a woman? Well---for me it feels more like an knock-out upper-cut. I do have a very low pain threshold and yes, most of the time, pain knocks me out...or makes me cry. Mind you, I am not a girly-girl and I do not take after prom queens. I am, in fact, one of the boys. And this particular talent of fainting at minor injuries is...embarrassing (an understatement). Anyways, as with my dream:

My mother and I were watching the telly and on was a basketball game. I have no idea why in the hell we would be watching a game like this in the tv (since we'd rather be watching an action movie in RL). One team, as I remember, was named "Magic Cards"....creative (At times like these, my lack of creative juices at the moment shames me even from my self).

I don't know much about the game but I'm pretty sure I'll be talking about the two centers. Well, everything started when they fell over after a very bad choreographed rebound from both. The Center 1 (quite a thin one) fell under the, rather, healthier one (call him center 2). For some reason, C1 felt the need to be hostile and kicked C2 in the back of the neck while trying to get out from under the pile up. C2 never got the chance to get up, once kicked, he froze for a few seconds and then started jerking uncontrollably. I looked at the floor under his head and I saw blood spatter. Then he stopped jerking.

I don't remember much after that aside from gasping at the sight of blood.


PS: In the dream, I didn't faint at the sight of blood but, hey, it's a fun story. :)

The Green-Purple Blob Teleports

So, this is the second dream that I've posted involving me and my boyfriend although this is less about us. I think I dreamt this the day after I dreamt the spy-school story. I like to think that this is the sequel after we got out of school and got together. "After graduating from the Institution, the couple went on from mission to mission, being the most sought after partners in the Agency. Things were normal and uneventful until they went to Paris---" lol.

So there we were, in Paris, loitering around. (Frankly, I don't think that we were on a mission here as actives agents. I think this was a genuine vacation for us) For some reason, I felt the dread of bad things to come. I think someone from the agency called me up..I honestly cannot remember 100% if it was a call or ESP. It irritates me that dreams are the opposite of vivid. Anyways, upon feeling in my bowels the awful emotion of fear, I warned my partner of need to leave this place...because something bad is going to happen. I tried to contact my family from a payphone while he tries to book us a train out of Paris. It's weird that I was worried about my family since the bad thing was only going to happen in Paris...We're Asian...Nonetheless, I was unsuccessful with my effort to reach out and was almost inconsolable upon hearing that we'd have to wait for 2 or i think 6 hours for the next trip. We had time to kill so we went to a tower/cafe. We were in Paris and I love food. It was the most amazing thing I've aver seen. It's like a three story watch-tower with a Seattle spaceship on top which serves as the actual cafe. You'd have to climb up a spiral staircase. We had coffee and food. I think it was amazing but, unfortunately, the bad thing started to happen when we were eating. Tons of sparks appeared in mid-air inside the cafe and everyone was like WTF?! and my partner and I were like "Lezzgo" since we knew about it. I remember thinking if it was radioactive. I'm not sure. But we were hella scared--it was something/somebody trying to teleport. In this case, I assumed it was a something since it was all over the cafe. We ran out asses out of the place, I think Eejay actually jumped out of the cafe after I did. Anyways, the awesome thing was people were shouting and pointing at the cafe and masses of green/purple blobs started to hang out of the window. It looked like that blob from the movie Evolution but only with a different hue. It was one massive person-killing blob, once it touches you, it eats you. And you know what the people were shouting at the blob? "Lady Gaga! Lady Gaga! LEHDEH GUHGUH!!" Of course, with French accents. I was kinda funny for me because I remember thinking "This is so like Godzilla" while we ran.
I think I woke up by then.

I am...speechless....

No pun intended.

My Boyfriend Is A Spy...Ooops, So Am I!

I had this dream waaaaay back about a couple of months ago that this is starting to be a classic story for us as a couple. This is one of the longest dreams that I've ever had because I keep going back when I get to a mid-wake. It was such a cool dream that somewhere between waking and sleeping, I didn't want to wake up.

The dream starts out with me entering a boarding school. I'm a regular girl around regular ...teen-agers. Yes, I am a teenager in this dream and I am in high school (which is weird because in a few weeks time I will be among these hormonally over-dozed spawns as their World History teacher--No Kidding.). But this is no ordinary high school. It's a freaking SPY SCHOOL! How awesome is that?!?!This is like the spy version of Twatlight. So I go inside the school cafeteria and I see this Phil-Younghusband-rip-off and he waves at me enthusiastically. This is my friend (just a friend). And I don't know his name in this dream but I know this guy in RL. He's half-Filipino half-Ita-I mean, European. Half-Normal, half-not so much. For my UPB friends, here's a clue: Lollipop. Please be reminded that I am in no way whatsoever attracted to him in THAT way, never have been, never will be. He sits in a round dinning table with his sister who smiles at me. He greets me enthusiastically as if he hasn't seen me in years..which I think is probably true considering our "line of work". And then he immediately spills that our very good friend Eejay (who's my bf) is now a spy (like us) and a thief by night. Now, my brain mixes up chronologically by this point so I'll just try to make sense of it all and tell it like I know it. We end up taking a walk up to the courtyard and there we see our friend (speak of the devil) with his girlfriend. To say the least, I am pissed off. So I go talk to him and he seems happy to see me. I was glad that he was...and that he ignored the stranger-girlfriend's dagger stares. After catching up and being glad that I didn't die in my mission, I tried talking to his b*tch (I...really don't like the idea of OTHER girls) and I say "Hi, Anong problema?(What's wrong)?". Mind you, I was being polite....at least trying to be. She just...walks away. And then, my headmaster comes up to me and pulls me aside for a private word. She's a black woman who looks like Whoopi. Apparently, my good friend Eejay is now suspected to be using his mad-skills as a thief. The headmaster found a notebook of his with account numbers, account names, accounting records. I would have said that he just likes numbers but every page was equivalent to a job. Like,  it had the address, the name of the owner, the supplies he'll need, the thing to be stolen (jewelry), and how much it's worth. As a thief, it was a freaking stupid thing to have kept with him. The last straw was that I saw a check named for him bearing the amount of Php5M. And I think, I woke up. I think I woke up laughing at the thought of a 5M peso check slipped in a writing notebook.

After getting up and saying good morning to him, I asked him to check his notebooks for hidden...checks that he might have forgotten about. He was laughing at the thought but, hey, we got nothing to lose. We, uhm, also gained nothing.

Generally this was a pretty awesome dream but I would have loved to have seen in the dream my time during the mission. All I could remember about it was a view from a plane--an island with tons of trees on it and white sand beaches around it, like, 360 degrees around it.

I Shave A Model

This is, by far, one of the funniest dreams I've ever had. However short this is...I do not know what section of my brain this dream came from because this is freaking hilarious.

In this dream, I was working as a make-up artist in a fashion show. This is probably because of the excessive watching of Project Runway, America's Next Top Model and The Tyra Show. I was doing a blonde models' make up when I realized that she had....soooo much hair in her body....like SOOOO FREAKING MUCH...On her back, on her....so-very-man-like chest ( I didn't even flinch, I was more worried about having a bear in a long gown and I was scared that the designer might fire me for letting her out looking like--that.). What was I supposed to do? They were going to wear high fashion black-tie dresses?! I picked up a razor and a bottle of shaving cream and started shaving her body. I didn't have to ask permission, she was hella-cooperative pointing out spots with much thicker hair than the others. I finished with her chest hair and told her to raise her arm up so I could shave her armpit. She said with a thick Eastern European accent "I do not shave there, I don't shave armpit, please..." So I told her, "Why?! That's unsanitary & itchy."....I looked at her back and saw this huge puff of blonde hair sprouting out of her dark red couture gown. I remember thinking, they might not notice, she had very fine body hair. And then, I think I woke up.

From now on, I am shaving my armpit 3 times a day.

I Drink Warm Milk

I've always wanted to start a proper blog. I've tried many many times to pursue this....glorious endeavor but was never really enthusiastic about the follow-up part. One was about fashion, which is not really my forte so we all know how that went. The second was dark poetry/fiction which resided in my back of my quite accommodating subconscious at that time, the enthusiasm once again receded once I ran out of pain and anguish and blahblahblahblah. I can't even remember the names of the websites and the usernames that I used...more so, remembering the passwords are a nightmare to say the least. Now, my previous writings are now lost in the ginormous wiggly-wobbly-thingy called The Net. I don't regret, I simply wish I'd get another chance to read my immature and incredibly Bella-like stature back in the days. That is, so I can see how distant I am from being unhappy again :)

This is about my awesomely awesome and extremely extreme action-packed dreams, as my soulmate likes to call it. I do hope you'll appreciate the twisted working of my brain from it's ethereal worlds to the secret world of the cloaks and daggers.

Third time's a charm!