American aborigines?

I thought I'd take a nap this morning because some fools were up all night drinking in front of our house.

Anyway, the dream began with what looked like a television commercial...but for what, I don't know. It featured a black RV that for some reason was split up into several pieces. It looked great: one end had the kitchen and dining area and the other had the living quarters. Between the areas was some sort of patio complete with an umbrella and deck chairs.

The camera went inside the living quarters which, curiously, had a refrigerator. Someone had the fridge open. But when it closed, a person can be seen standing behind it. Upon closer inspection, the person looked like an aborigine. He was dressed in a bright blue shirt and dark pants and was operating a cell phone.

Apparently, the RV was parked near the southern US border and the "aborigine" was trying to contact his friends because they were all going to South America. The man who opened the fridge asked if the police might find them but the aborigine replied that the RV was parked in a secluded area and the police weren't likely to find them there.

Just then, two more aborigines appeared. One of them was a hulking man-mountain...about seven to eight feet tall. The other was of a "normal" height...and as he peered inside the RV, I gave him a left-handed military salute to acknowledge his presence. He nodded even though he seemed bemused by the gesture.

Paranormal Challenge: Philippine Edition

Before I went asleep this morning, I was thinking of a TV paranormal investigator who left the business years ago. So naturally, my dream is about ghost hunting.

About fifty other people and I were at this Spanish-era compound late one night investigating the area for paranormal activity. (As I type this, my typos make me sound like Scooby Doo. Ruh roh!) There were these two guys who were taking about ghosts in a blase manner.

As the night went on, we investigated this huge underground tunnel. And that's when one of the two "blase" guys started to chicken out saying he's not really into ghost hunting and that he's just an accountant.

That's when I noticed this old photograph on the floor as a ghost image seemed to be manifesting over it. I picked up the photograph and noticed that there was actually two of them...one on top of the other. (There were four photographs, actually.) The top photograph was torn and burned; its top half was missing. This gave the illusion that there was another image hovering over the other.

After realizing that, I wondered what to do with the photographs. Should I put them back where I found them? Or should I submit them to the National Museum considering their potential historical value? An older lady who was with us said that archaeologists would be bound to give them to a museum.

So...did I do that...or did I just leave the photographs? I don't know. I woke up before I was able to make a decision. That said, I have only one question:

WHO'S THE BADASS RELIC HUNTER NoooOOOoooW, ZAC?!!!

Build the Imperfection

Yep, the world economy hasn't improved much so in my dream, I took a job at a construction site. We were to undergo training in building methods and we were to start by installing doors. We watched as two teams worked on a trial wall. One team set the door frame a bit too low and the other team set the door frame way too high. Our team was supposed to go next but the whistle went off which meant...lunch time.

Invasion of the Lizard Men from Outer Space

This blog entry is for all humans out there that were able to resist the mind-controlling powers of the...

...kidding! Anyway, this is the first "vivid" dream that I've had in a long time. It "began" when I went to the mall to buy some clothes. I won't embarrass myself further by saying what kind of clothes I was going to buy.

It was at the mall that I got word of planet Earth being invaded by aliens and that they have taken control of other people's minds. I vaguely remember the aliens being described as lizard men. At that point, I realized I wasn't going to be able to go home. So along with some other survivors, I hunkered down and hid inside the mall rest rooms biding our time until we can escape. We stayed there for about a week; what we lived on, I have no idea.

At one point, we were able to hatch a plan of how we might be able to fight the aliens. One of the other survivors was able to hijack a small truck that would allow us to carry out the plan. At the last moment, I was chosen to carry out the plan and it was decided that I take one of the survivors...a little boy...with me in case the others don't make it. So the truck arrived and we literally had to jump onto the flatbed out back before we were whisked away to freedom.

Along the way, we saw "zombie people"...people whose minds have been controlled by aliens. As a precaution, our driver drove the truck at cruising speed to avoid detection. The three of us even acted like "zombie people" in order to blend in.

Eventually, we got to Quiapo where the aliens' invasion plan became apparent. Zombie people were everywhere. Most of them converged at Quiapo Church where construction workers were altering the facade. Quickly, the little boy and I got out of the truck and went inside the church to carry out our plan. But it all went awry when the zombie people tried to attack us.

I took the little boy and tried to get him out of the church. As luck would have it, one of the windows was open and I was able to squeeze the little boy into it. I thought then that only way I could escape was to try and break the other windows. Luck was on my side once again as I was able to get a hold of a two-by-four. Upon using it, the aliens' mind-control seamed to weaken. I then yelled, "BREAK THE WINDOWS!!!"

Then I woke up. And after recalling the dream, I thought, thank goodness, I still have my freedom. Check out Cracked's take on the whole "Invasion of the Lizard Men from Outer Space" concept:

Survivor: Death Match!

This morning, I dreamed that I was a contestant in one of those Survivor-type television shows. It was one heck of a show because people actually died there. In fact, before the show began, one of the contestants fell into a ravine!

That accident made me want to take a leak so I asked around if there was a bathroom nearby. What passed for a bathroom there was a clump of shrubbery that hid five man-made holes. After looking at the location on a map, I found the bathroom, a large "outhouse" that was covered by a shed. Beneath the shed were fifty or so contestants taking a dump at the same time! I wondered when I'd be able to take my turn. But it didn't take long as the contestants were scared off...by a big...SNAAAAAKE!!!

Surprisingly, one of the contestants grabbed the snake and was able to neutralize it. Another contestant wasn't as fortunate as he was eaten by a bigger snake. For some reason, I found myself home after that. There was a commotion in one of the bedrooms...as if someone had taken ill. I peaked and saw my brother tending to a young man with a curly hair who was sick in bed. Suddenly, a woman came upstairs. At first, I thought it was my mother; but she looked too old. The woman came into the room and embraced the man. I went downstairs and found my mother preparing food. She told me that the young man upstairs would not last the night.

Ghost girl

A while back, I blogged about a nightmare I had concerning a ghost with the women's head and a man's body. The head resembles that of an American actress who'd just turned 30 this year and is known for occasionally sporting a bowl-cut hairstyle.

Some weeks back, I had another ghost nightmare. I was downstairs at out 1282 home and it was late at night. I don't know what I was doing there but most of the lights were turned off. Suddenly, in the living room, I saw the ghost of a little girl that looked like Samara Morgan...y'know, the creepy little girl from the horror movie The Ring. In my dream, the girl was seated in a chair just as Samara did in The Ring publicity shots and movie stills (see below). The image of the ghost looked like a bluish hologram projection that was floating six feet off the floor. That scared the heck out of me and I ran upstairs. There I found Mom sitting up near the edge of the bed with 'bro and my nephew sleeping next to her. The lights in the room were switched off for some reason and Mom looked like she was watching TV. Suddenly, the ghost girl materialized in front of me...and that scared me even more. The odd thing is...when I woke up, the ghost girl reminded me of a neighbor of ours; a little girl named "Yvette" (which in her case is pronounced "EYE-VET" rather than "EVE-VET") as she had the same bowl-cut hair as the woman in my previous nightmare.

This morning, the ghost girl may have visited me in my dream again. I was at the computer while the laudrywoman was out by the "screened patio" doing the laundry. Suddenly, I heard a commotion outside prompting me to get up and investigate. Outside, there were two schoolchildren: a boy and a girl. They were the neighbors' children and the girl's name was "Hannah". Eventually, their mother called out telling them it's time to go to school. As soon as they left, a little girl enters the patio. She looked like Yvette except that she's half as young as the ghost girl.

The Ring © Koji Suzuki, Kadokawa Shoten, Dreamworks SKG

Jurassic Movie

Well, not quite. In my dream, we were supposed to be making this action movie so we went around town trying to hire the services of action movie luminaries...actors, directors, you name it.

During our down time, my brother and I hit upon the happy thought of creating a foot-and-a-half tall clay model of Tyrannosaurus Rex. At one point he had difficulty molding its lower jaw and I suggested that he break it off and attach it to the head upside-down. My suggestion worked so well that I even thought of creating a clay model of a Brontosaurus.