The Ego Episodes

Tuesday, Sept. 07, 2004

Very M. Night

I couldn't wait till I finish Part II to post this entry. I wrote this right after I woke up from a dream.

September 4, 2004

It must have been the iced capuccino yesterday after lunch. I feel like I was awake the whole night. I didn't know that I was dreaming until I woke up and realized what just happened was too bizaare to happen in the real world. It's bizaare in a Sixth Sense, "I see dead people" kind of way.

In my dream, my family and I were swimming in this beach that didn't look familiar to me. The sand is not white and we were the only ones there. Two of my uncles (my father's brothers) joined us. I don't know why those two uncles, in particular, are in my dream because I only see them around once a year, and that's only if I fly back home for the holidays. Anyway, we were swimming and I remember practicing my swimming pool strokes, because I still can't get the rhythm right. And I remember saying to myself, if only I know how to swim properly, I'd be really fast. Heh. Even my dream self is dreaming.

We were having so much fun but we eventually got tired and had to get out of the water. We were going home. As we were walking, one of my uncles met this girl. I can't remember how it went but I think he was hitting on her. He told us the girl is studying at the best school in the village (think rural village). I can't remember now but there was the word law in the name of that school. Hmm. Is this a sign for me to go read the Principles of Law textbook already?

Anyway, all of a sudden the wind grew really strong that we had to take shelter under this house. Yes, under. In rural areas back home, it's common to see wooden houses with floors that are elevated from the ground that you could go under it. So we were there waiting for the "storm" to pass. We saw coconut trees break into two and fall. I was a little scared at first, but the trees didn't touch the house so I felt safe. Shortly after, we saw water (from dish washing) dripping above us (not directly, though), that we quickly got out of that house.

Next thing I know we were in the city, heading home. On our way, I saw an uncanny vehicle. Yes, no one was driving and it's rectangular, like a shoe box, only bigger, and with windows through which I saw computers and display screens. I even counted the display screens and concluded that there should be at least four security cameras placed around the vehicle. Now that is funny.If that vehicle's supposed to be very secure, why the transparent windows? Unless it's the Papal mobile, vehicles of those sort ought to be using dark windows.

My father told me more about the vehicle. Apparently it's from Casio (yes, maker of our trusted scientific calculators). As to why Casio is using such a vehicle (or why is Casio even in my dream), it was not revealed in my dream. Maybe I'll get a job there someday? Hehe. I'd say unlikely but nevertheless a possibility.

I think I've talked more than enough about The Vehicle, but it's really the coolest thing ever. I even saw it go inside this big truck, which then drove it somewhere ... far ... I have no idea where.

We went to this shop that makes bags and luggages to get the bag my Dad commissioned the bagmaker to make last week. The weird thing is I remember dreaming about it (my Dad going to the shop to ask the tailor to make him a bag) previously, so in my dream last night, I just went, oh, the bag is done. It's really strange.

And then I got a call. Someone I worked with before died. Next thing I know I was reading a poem of his. I can't remember exactly how it went because it was pretty long. It was typewritten and the word "gallant" was spelled as "galans". At first I found it puzzling that this guy writes poems. I didn't think he's the type and there's just no way that he would write. But in my dream, I eventually accepted that fact. The guy wrote a poem before he died. Also, why would I dream about this guy???

Could this dream be any weirder? Yes. Just before we left the bag shop, I saw dead people. Now how did my dream self know that they're dead people? I think it's because they have untidy hair and gory faces they like to press against those of the living. I just went out of the shop scared. But I didn't scream like teenagers in horror movies do. I was confused and acted Haley Joel Osment-like. My dream is very M. Night.

That's when I woke up and felt like I hadn't slept at all. Few minutes later, my alarm clock rang. 7 am. I woke up at 7 am on a Saturday. I have to be in the laboratory and spend about 3 hours of preparing my samples before the lab closes. Wonderful, isn't it, being a final year student?

{ joycie at 7:55 a.m.}