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.
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