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Dream Journal #7

And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be gloried in the Son.

—John 14:13 (NIV)


Yesterday morning, my sister had a reflex session with Kuya Lucio. As with most sessions, I soon became very sleepy so I went to bed shortly after.

I found myself working at an office. My teammates and I were called to an off-site meeting. Because I had to change to a more appropriate attire than jeans and a blazer, I made a beeline for the CR, which happened to be in the attached building next door. As soon as I walked in, two of my friends and previous teammates emerged together out of the farthest cubicle from the door. They had quite a story to tell.

They said that Joy, one of the two girls, was scratched suddenly while she was sitting on the last toilet. She told the other girl about it. Since they just got off their shift and both were active in their churches, they decided to investigate the paranormal encounter. They came up with the idea to strip off their clothes to see any fresh marks. They went back into the last stall. Not long after, they both saw and felt deep scrapes on their arms. They dressed quickly and got out just as I walked in the door. Not wasting any time, they told me what they just experienced.

Full of righteous condemnation and hubris, I asked, “Why didn’t you rebuke it with ‘in Jesus’ name’?” I didn’t remember their answer.

When they left, I brushed off the entire thing and chose the final stall to get dressed in. As soon as I finished, I felt a force shove me against the left wall of the stall. I then saw a shadowy brown blur beside me. I got out and saw the blur materialize in front of the mirror.  The ghostly figure looked angry. My heart started drumming but I turned around and steeled myself to face him. Apart from the hostile stance, he looked quite normal in his dark jeans and tucked-in maroon polo shirt.

I was prepared to rebuke him out loud, but all I managed was “In Jesss…In Jes…Jezzz…”

He laughed at my effort. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t get the right words out so I thought it instead. In Jesus’ name, in Jesus’ name. His smile immediately turned sour. He started getting agitated.

Soon I found the strength to say aloud, “In Jesus’ name! In Jesus’ name, I command you to get away from here!” He started panicking and rushed out the door. I followed hastily, now shouting, “In Jesus’ name, get out of here and don’t come back!”

People were alarmed and  stared at me. I didn’t care; I kept hollering! He was running now and bumped into a guy in a white shirt and tie before disappearing around the corner.

I asked the guy he bumped into, “Did you see that?”

He replied, “I’m not sure. All I saw was a blur.”

“Well, I saw him clearly. He wore a maroon polo shirt and dark jeans,” I said.

I made my way back to my building where my teammates were waiting for me. I told them my story.

Then I woke up!



Dream Journal #5


Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake? 

—Leonardo da Vinci

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She had another dream about you last night. It’s been so long since the last time, but like the previous ones, they still sweep the rug from under and floored her. Every time.

She was at school and by the landing she saw L in a guard’s uniform. As she was making her way down the steps, she saw you wearing the same thing. You were climbing up the stairs toward her. We took a walk around the front gardens. They talked and laughed like they haven’t talked and laughed before. The boy said he and L were on guard duties as part of a community volunteer service. For the first time—and only in her dreams—he was so easy to talk to.

Suddenly, they were sitting down on a row of benches in an unusually deserted park, and he was wearing something more casual. She asked him about his girlfriend. He said that you had a girlfriend for a while but it ended not too l0ng ago. She argued that the status in his social media profile was still “in a relationship.” He explained that he kept it that way so no one would bother asking him why he was still single. Then they boy said something funny, and the girl slapped his leg affectionately. The next thing they knew, they were holding hands while making their way back to the building. They walked like it was the most natural thing to do in the world.

It was at this point that her imagination took over because the dream ended with an  anticipation of a kiss as the boy lowered his lips to meet hers.


She woke up shivering from cold. It seemed funny because the sun was shining quite brightly outside her window, and there was only a slight cool breeze coming in. Maybe the shirt she wore to sleep was just a little too thin and that the still cold draft of the early morn crept up her spine. Or maybe it was the lingering feeling of anticipating for that kiss, which almost always never happens in all her dreams of him. She may never know. But all she knew was this, she missed him. She feared that she will never see that boy again. All she had of him now was just a lifetime of memories and a series of frustrating dreams.

She  went downstairs to buy lunch when the answer to her dream came assailing through my ears. The girl remembered that old cheesy love song the boy used to sing to her when he called her one day. It may be the corniest love song ever but for a brief moment, it made her smile.

Way back then, she remembered cradling the phone close to her chest as she smiled. That smile was frozen on her face all day long because of that call. They were so young but even then, she knew it was love. It wasn’t just infatuation one bestows upon a cute boy and then just quickly take it right back and offer it to the next cute boy in sight.  No, what they had was real, and she will treasure it for a lifetime.

Life is too short to live in perpetual frustrations and undying guilt. But if it was all she have left of the boy, then the girl would gladly accept an eternity of anguish. That’s how much he meant and forever will be to her.


Dream Journal # 3

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

Edgar Allan Poe


So I was invited to a birthday bash-slash-festival, and I decided to go there with my best friend from high school. As soon as we walked past the entrance, through a crowd of fiesta-goers, made our way to the buffet table, and sat down to enjoy our food, a former classmate joined us, who just happens to be the cousin of the birthday celebrant. Since we didn’t have much to say to each other, we mostly ate in silence. I crammed the last veggies down my throat, and then all three of us got up to find the birthday girl—and the rest of our classmates, if we were lucky.

The place was huge! It seemed like their property stretched on forever. We weaved in and out of the crowd, which was steady growing, when we figured to make a shortcut through the main house—with our classmate leading the way, of course. We were navigating our way through the house and into the back entrance; the classmate in the lead, my best friend in between, and me trailing behind them. At one point, he purposely walked slower and waited for me to catch up. So my best friend ended up ahead of the line, leading us out toward the back. Without warning, he slid his hand subtly into mine and weaved his fingers in between. Surprised, I looked up. He had this huge grin plastered on his face. I felt icky, so I jerked my hand away as if I was burned. He just chuckled and continued walking.

As soon as we emerged from the backdoor, the bright afternoon sunlight hit us, and we could see that the festivities were well on their way. There was another buffet table laid out in front of us, brimming with all kinds of sweets and desserts imaginable.My best friend and I hung back to enjoy a few nibbles, and the our classmate went on ahead. A short while later, we made our way to the makeshifts stands, where a crowd was gathering to watch a soccer (or football to the non-Americans). We could see our classmate sitting down on the judges’ table.

While we made our way through the stands to find decent seats, all of the sudden, this huge bear of a guy blocked our way. He called me by my childhood name, which none but my family and close high school friends know me by. I looked up and immediately felt guilt because I didn’t recognize him at all. While my friend went ahead to find us some seats, I stayed behind, intrigued by the guy who came seemingly from nowhere. He was there with his old friends to watch the festivities. We got to talking, and he said he was a couple of years younger than him. Suddenly, he admitted unabashedly that he always had a crush on me since high school. I thought it was a tad creepy, but I had so much fun hanging around with them, I brushed it off. He even let me play with their remote controlled drone, a pet project he and his friends made.

Some time later, I realized that I had lost my shoes and my bag, which had my umbrella in it, was missing. I ended up borrowing a pair of extra shoes from them, which magically fit my tiny feet. As I made my way down into the grounds so I could head back to the main house, where I must have left my things, my friend joined me. Strangely enough, she too lost her shoes and had to borrow someone else’s. On the way, my friend and I appeared to have been separated, so I made my way back up to the house all by myself, trying to retrace my steps. I then decided to head out to the judges’ table, hoping that our classmate could help me look for my bag. In order to get back to the game though, I had to make a detour through the police station. I walked through the front gate easily enough, but once inside, I was confronted with a closed door. People were walking up and down the station, and there were two guards standing by the door. When I asked them which way to the soccer field, they opened the door, revealing a very creepy downstairs basement and a long dimly-lit hallway. 

Needless to say, I hesitated. I was getting chills up my spine just looking down at it, not unlike when I was watching The Shining. But since I had to get my things back, I squared my shoulders, took a deep breath, and started climbing down the creepy stairs. All the while, my heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Finally, I reached the door on the other end and wrenched it open. As it turned out, my shortcut led to the top of the stands. From my vantage point, I could see that our classmate was not on at the judges’ table anymore.

I started making my way down the stands to find him, so he could help me look for my bag. Then, out of nowhere, a pair of thick arms closed around me in a bear hug. It was that guy again! He started babbling that he was looking everywhere for me and about wanting to see me again, but I just looked up stupidly at his towering frame. Shortly after, I heard a screech. His girlfriend appeared from somewhere in the seats. Apparently, she saw him embracing me and flew into a rage.What ensued was a very public argument, which caused quite a scene for the spectators below. Then she took one look at me and stormed off. 

I told him to go after her as I finally caught up with my best friend who appeared suddenly, no doubt attracted by the commotion that just happened around us. I grabbed her hand, and we ran down the stands, determined to find our classmate so we could find my bag, meet his cousin, and then skedaddle out of there.

Then I woke up to the lingering image of salt and pepper shakers. I was having another one of those weird dreams again, which always had me feeling flummoxed and disoriented.

The last thoughts I had before being fully awake and rising out of bed was that I was going to ask my best friend to hunt down his girlfriend and try to explain that there is nothing going on between his boyfriend and I, despite his belated declarations of misguided attraction toward me, because it most assuredly did not go both ways.

Come to think of it, I have never seen that guy before in my life. So he could well have been just a figment of my imagination—as was my entire dream.


Dream Journal # 2

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

She had that kind of dream again. Even now as she become fully awake, the details are slipping away faintly like sand through her clenched fist. No matter how much she held on to them, they seem to pour out in between her fingers.

As these things usually go, it began with her getting together with some of her old friends. Through some not-so-subtle manipulation, they ended up having dinner alfresco on the same table together by the side of the road.

After a few awkward “How are yous” and “What’s new with yous,” they mostly ate in silence; all the while, acutely aware that the other is married. After finishing their last bite, both started staring off into the distance. Neither wanted the night to end, but they didn’t know what to say to each other either.

Finally, she pushed her plate away and stood up. They were clearing the table when another friend came to join them. He just came back from dropping off his girlfriend, walked toward them, and put his arms around the guy’s shoulder. All three of them headed toward the group gathering to leave.

Then the whole gang decided to walk home together. Because of the lively chat with their old friends, she made it to about a block and a half away before she realized that they had passed by the street of her parent’s house.

This was the part where she wished she could change her dream…

After telling the group that she had missed her street, she made a hearty wave, turned around, and started to walk back toward her street. They were waving goodbye at her; so was he. He shouted something at her, while walking backwards, but she couldn’t hear it. Their friends laughed.

At the corner of her street, she watched as their figures became smaller and smaller.

Then she woke up, bursting with frustration. She immediately tried to recall as much detail as possible, then she thought about how the dream should have ended. There were two things that she wanted to change. First, she wanted to know what he shouted at her that made their friends laugh. More  significantly, she wanted him to offer to walk her home.

She was already playing the scene in full color inside her head when she realized she couldn’t ignore the golden glint bouncing off his wedding ring as he waved at her. The fact that he was married brought fresh bile into her mouth and shattered the already cracked exterior of her emotions. Her heart was used to the torture, and yet, she still couldn’t stop thinking about the what ifs.

Her last thoughts drifted to what he was wearing in her dream, a dark denim jacket over white t-shirts and black jeans. And then, she stopped thinking and resolutely rose from her bed to face her real life.

Dream Journal # 1

I dreamed that I was being proposed to (not by my boyfriend, mind!), but I turned him down. And when I woke up, I didn’t remember who the guy was or why I declined the proposal. I could only vaguely recall certain features he had, like, he was tall and wiry and with a complexion that screamed “mullato”.

This dream spoke volumes about my fear of conformity and getting hitched.