The dream occurred sometime after hubby left for work at 6:15am and before I "officially" woke up at 7:00am.
In my dream I woke up late (of course, I run through that challenge everyday!!!) the clock showed 8:45 or something and I remember debating if I wasn't really running late yet thinking that it's just one of the clocks that we haven't adjusted since time "fell back" in the beginning of fall.
Oh well.
So I rushed to work. And then the guy who usually comes twice a week to water our plants was there and I remember him cutting off some of the branches of the plants and I remember asking him if I could replant them at home...especially the tiny baby shoot that I've always been eyeing -- in real life, from my Messengeania cubicle plant, which grew bigger and bigger as days passed by and I never had the courage to pluck for fear of the plant maintenance guy finding out. *bleh*
Oh well, only shows how practical and resourceful I could be to have what I want if I really want it (it's a plus if I can get it for free!) -- or cheap, remember my Chanel Fever Dream?
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Old Flame
This is funny and pretty amusing so I thought I'd write it down before my memory fails me again.
I just remembered having this dream like maybe last week or two weeks ago but I never had time to write it down.
In my dream, my highschool crush was there. He's one of the many highschool crushes! But though short-lived, I can say that it's special -- almost puppy love kind of special. Come to think of it, he's really the first one I ever dated, yeah yeah, in the school cafeteria, after school hours for about half an hour or so, just hanging out by ourselves, sometimes with our many friends. But yeah, it was pretty special but I remember that after admitting to him that I also had feelings, I sort of broke it off a month after because I was scared of getting serious and scared of getting in trouble with my parents. I know I had hurt him. But really, 3 boyfriends later, when people ask me who counts the most (not including my hubby, of course), I still think he's the one that I will always have fond memories of. You know, a soft spot somewhere in your heart....deep down there like a tiny dot that matters.
So there, now that you know who he is to me. The dream goes like this:
It was the moment when I told him that I "love" him (like highschool...you know that stuff)... It was cheesy but it's really not how it happened in 1988. In the dream, there was a tray of cupcakes (or something...it's food, definitely, hahaha)....and then he told me to pick one cupcake if I love him back. And of course I took a cupcake.
And then his face lit up, so happy. And then I realized, oh my God, did I just "say" I love you too? hahaha. I was scared and thrilled, and deep inside I knew I wasn't supposed to, but then I couldn't help it. And stuff like that.
And then my dream ended.
It's probably because I watched a cheesy love story recently. Or because I was reminded of Dennis (yes, that's his name!) after reconnecting with all his friends in FaceBook and yes, because we are having our 20th anniversary High School reunion soon.
*SIGH*
I just remembered having this dream like maybe last week or two weeks ago but I never had time to write it down.
In my dream, my highschool crush was there. He's one of the many highschool crushes! But though short-lived, I can say that it's special -- almost puppy love kind of special. Come to think of it, he's really the first one I ever dated, yeah yeah, in the school cafeteria, after school hours for about half an hour or so, just hanging out by ourselves, sometimes with our many friends. But yeah, it was pretty special but I remember that after admitting to him that I also had feelings, I sort of broke it off a month after because I was scared of getting serious and scared of getting in trouble with my parents. I know I had hurt him. But really, 3 boyfriends later, when people ask me who counts the most (not including my hubby, of course), I still think he's the one that I will always have fond memories of. You know, a soft spot somewhere in your heart....deep down there like a tiny dot that matters.
So there, now that you know who he is to me. The dream goes like this:
It was the moment when I told him that I "love" him (like highschool...you know that stuff)... It was cheesy but it's really not how it happened in 1988. In the dream, there was a tray of cupcakes (or something...it's food, definitely, hahaha)....and then he told me to pick one cupcake if I love him back. And of course I took a cupcake.
And then his face lit up, so happy. And then I realized, oh my God, did I just "say" I love you too? hahaha. I was scared and thrilled, and deep inside I knew I wasn't supposed to, but then I couldn't help it. And stuff like that.
And then my dream ended.
It's probably because I watched a cheesy love story recently. Or because I was reminded of Dennis (yes, that's his name!) after reconnecting with all his friends in FaceBook and yes, because we are having our 20th anniversary High School reunion soon.
*SIGH*
Dream Baby
A few days ago...there were fleeting images in my dream again (but that's really how dreams usually are). What remains in my memory is holding a baby, a little child, perhaps a toddler, he was a boy and he was hugging me back and holding on to me as if I was his source of comfort. He was sleeping with his head on my shoulder and we were just in a perfect hug...almost locked together in a perfect manner, not too tight and not loose, no uncomfortable angles. How should I say it....WE FIT EACH OTHER LIKE A GLOVE?
Perhaps it's because of so many babies and toddlers around me lately. Plus, with my sister expecting. Or is it me yearning to have my own?
I just remember a really really peaceful feeling.
But it didn't last long because in my dream, I think we were in a party and I caught somewhere else and I realized that the baby was no longer with me and I couldn't find him and I remember thinking, "Oh maybe he went back to his mom and his through with me -- coz you know how babies have fleeting attentions." And I remember NOT INSISTING TO FIND HIM, more like I was resigned and that I was ready to move about without him. Resigned in a way that I've had my fill and I was done too.
Am I moving on from the sad place when my own baby died? This yearning to have my own baby -- another one, a live one this time... Am I starting to be at peace with actually not bearing one just yet?
Do I really want one to begin with or am I contented with playing with someone else's kids now? That way it isn't a full-time job?
Bite the bullet, Clarisse.
Perhaps it's because of so many babies and toddlers around me lately. Plus, with my sister expecting. Or is it me yearning to have my own?
I just remember a really really peaceful feeling.
But it didn't last long because in my dream, I think we were in a party and I caught somewhere else and I realized that the baby was no longer with me and I couldn't find him and I remember thinking, "Oh maybe he went back to his mom and his through with me -- coz you know how babies have fleeting attentions." And I remember NOT INSISTING TO FIND HIM, more like I was resigned and that I was ready to move about without him. Resigned in a way that I've had my fill and I was done too.
Am I moving on from the sad place when my own baby died? This yearning to have my own baby -- another one, a live one this time... Am I starting to be at peace with actually not bearing one just yet?
Do I really want one to begin with or am I contented with playing with someone else's kids now? That way it isn't a full-time job?
Bite the bullet, Clarisse.
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