Saturday, May 12, 2007
Back in the old days, I'd go out on the weekends and hang out in malls. Usually I'd go to far off malls like SM Megamall in Mandaluyong or Virra Mall in Greenhills. The trip to these malls would take about an hour or so by bus or jeepney.
Naturally, I'd dream about going to malls too. But the route that I'd take to these malls is fairly confusing. And the malls in my dreams look nothing like the malls I'd go to in real life. Some are upscale (like Shangri-la) and some are downscale (like Tutuban) and some are a mixture of both (like Glioretta and Goldcrest respectively).
There was one notable dream I had many years ago where I was on a bus and I was on a long trip. I don't know where I was supposed to be going or how I was supposed to get there. And that got me worried a bit. Eventually that happened to me in real life.
It was two years ago and it was my birthday. The entire family had lunch at Glorietta and after that, I went off on my lonesome to go galavanting about town. I'd heard that Anne Curtis (see below) was going to be at a show in SM Bicutan. But although I'd heard of Bicutan, I didn't for the life of me know where it was. So I went to a bus terminal along EDSA and as it happened, there were buses going to Bicutan there. I hoppped on one of those buses, paid my fare and asked the ticket guy to drop me off at Bicutan.
I was expecting the trip to take an hour or two...maybe longer. To my surprise, the trip took all of five...minutes. Imagine my relief and embarrassment.
In my dream this morning, I was at a mall (probably in Makati). For some reason I remember leaving my backpack in a plantbox outside the mall. I don't know why. I met my brother inside the mall and together, we took a ride home in the family car.
It was then that I remembered my backpack and I asked my brother to turn back so I can retrieve it. When we got to the plantbox, I was shocked to see that the backpack was nowhere to be found. My brother asked me where my bag was. To my embarrassment, I found the bag in front of me...right on my lap. Again, imagine my relief and embarrassment.
My other dream this morning was very weird. In it, we were still living in good ol' 1306 Jose F. Nieto Paco. Manila (which has since been demolished to make way for a new apartment building that was never built). All was quiet until we heard panic in the streets. People outside were screaming "Lock the doors!!! They're here!!!" I wondered what the fuss was all about until I took a peek outside and suddenly, there was this mysterious old man at the door. At that point, I tried to close the door but the old man was a lot more powerful that he looked and we wrestled with the door.
I later learned that the "they" the people were referring to were actually old guys who just wanted a ride home (to where I don't know). I didn't know how many there were but there must have been about a hundred of them to cause a panic like that. (Upon waking, I remarked that they were like a swarm of locusts.) That said, the dream was still weird. A lot of questions came to mind...like: Who were the old guys? What were they doing in Nieto Street? Why were there so many of them? Why were the neighbors panicking? Why didn't they just volunteer to take the old guys home? And last but not the least, why did I get the feeling that that wasn't the first time it happened?
Naturally, I'd dream about going to malls too. But the route that I'd take to these malls is fairly confusing. And the malls in my dreams look nothing like the malls I'd go to in real life. Some are upscale (like Shangri-la) and some are downscale (like Tutuban) and some are a mixture of both (like Glioretta and Goldcrest respectively).
There was one notable dream I had many years ago where I was on a bus and I was on a long trip. I don't know where I was supposed to be going or how I was supposed to get there. And that got me worried a bit. Eventually that happened to me in real life.
It was two years ago and it was my birthday. The entire family had lunch at Glorietta and after that, I went off on my lonesome to go galavanting about town. I'd heard that Anne Curtis (see below) was going to be at a show in SM Bicutan. But although I'd heard of Bicutan, I didn't for the life of me know where it was. So I went to a bus terminal along EDSA and as it happened, there were buses going to Bicutan there. I hoppped on one of those buses, paid my fare and asked the ticket guy to drop me off at Bicutan.
I was expecting the trip to take an hour or two...maybe longer. To my surprise, the trip took all of five...minutes. Imagine my relief and embarrassment.
In my dream this morning, I was at a mall (probably in Makati). For some reason I remember leaving my backpack in a plantbox outside the mall. I don't know why. I met my brother inside the mall and together, we took a ride home in the family car.
It was then that I remembered my backpack and I asked my brother to turn back so I can retrieve it. When we got to the plantbox, I was shocked to see that the backpack was nowhere to be found. My brother asked me where my bag was. To my embarrassment, I found the bag in front of me...right on my lap. Again, imagine my relief and embarrassment.
My other dream this morning was very weird. In it, we were still living in good ol' 1306 Jose F. Nieto Paco. Manila (which has since been demolished to make way for a new apartment building that was never built). All was quiet until we heard panic in the streets. People outside were screaming "Lock the doors!!! They're here!!!" I wondered what the fuss was all about until I took a peek outside and suddenly, there was this mysterious old man at the door. At that point, I tried to close the door but the old man was a lot more powerful that he looked and we wrestled with the door.
I later learned that the "they" the people were referring to were actually old guys who just wanted a ride home (to where I don't know). I didn't know how many there were but there must have been about a hundred of them to cause a panic like that. (Upon waking, I remarked that they were like a swarm of locusts.) That said, the dream was still weird. A lot of questions came to mind...like: Who were the old guys? What were they doing in Nieto Street? Why were there so many of them? Why were the neighbors panicking? Why didn't they just volunteer to take the old guys home? And last but not the least, why did I get the feeling that that wasn't the first time it happened?
