Back-to-back dreams! This is a rarity!
In my dream this Wednesday, I courageously booked a solo flight to Bacolod…without any itinerary! This is highly uncharacteristic of me, considering my control issues and budget constraints. I haven’t been to Bacolod myself and, now that I’m wide awake, I’m thinking the possible attractions: a football match I’m itching to watch or the availability to live and study in a Buddhist temple for 3 months.
Imagine my shock to realize how star-studded this dream turned out to be. Upon arrival in the airport, I spotted my old classmate in graduate school named Ayi. She’s headed elsewhere alone. This is not surprising. Then I saw a bunch of old colleagues from Sykes. They seem to be on a reunion trip of some sort. Unfortunately, I can’t recall anyone of them right now. But I remember urging one guy to approach my old batchmate and fellow Bacoor resident. Ralph is home for a vacay! In real life, I heard he’ll be coming home from California soon.
The parade of the stars didn’t end there. When I arrived, I discovered my at-work-and-at-play friend named Daena is in town! Actually, I can’t recall who found who. As you would expect, Daena took it upon herself to be tour guide. I should feel disappointed to be with someone during my solo travel. But Daena is the perfect company; she’s the kind who will leave you behind for her own solo time and she can easily detect when I need one, too.
Dreamt of Daena! (Image via Bitstrips)
During the wee hours today, I had a bad dream. I went on lunch out with my colleagues Ehms and Fao. We’re looking for a trike to take us to our desired restaurant. There’s none available for us yet, but a trike just arrived. I was in an engaging conversation with my office pals when my eyes landed on one of the 3 passengers of the trike in front of us (yeah, all 3 of them in one seat). She stared back, too.
She looked familiar, but it was hard to determine who she was. Then it eventually dawned on me why I didn’t. She slimmed down, as she claimed before, and well… she belonged to my blocked list on Facebook. In short, End of Beautiful Friendship. Or FO (Friendship Over) to some people.
She’s with a gay friend I met through her and with MY own gay friend. How did that happen? Anyway, I’m not sure if they snubbed me because they’re with her or they simply didn’t recognize me. Judging how suddenly loud this old friend was when she came out of the trike, her company should have wondered why she’s seeking attention and looked around.
How did I feel? I’m bothered why her escorts didn’t notice me. If they took her side, that’s sad. But then again, I’m not the kind who’ll make her friends choose between me and the other. They’re grown-ups already. If this were true in real life, I wish them well.