My Dreamzzz World

Thinking of Viet Congs and Its Complications

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 04:02:00 +0000

I was reading a novel by Danielle Steel entitled "Message from Nam." I bought the slightly used book at P70.00 and it's worth the read. I was halfway through it where its main Character, Andrew Paxton, an undergrad journalist just arrived in Vietnam to uncover the truth behind the enmities between America and Vietnam and its allies.

Teacher Belle sending a text message that she wouldn't make it to her morning classes prompted me to leave the bed early and so after a couple of hours before lunch, right after reading some installment of the book, I decided to doze off. I couldn't sleep fitfully and I felt like I was just lying in bed while images kept flashing in my mind.

Our office turned into a residential place. I could see unfamiliar people turning our stations into bedrooms, the lobby into a living room, while some Filipino teachers were being interviewed by whom I thought were Koreans. The interviewer in the living room was having a video chat with my boss as seen on the computer newly placed on the desk in the area.

Later I felt like I was taken outside, in a rustic place where there were so many mango trees enjoying the serene, misty, and the fresh smell of the morning. Chinese or perhaps Vietnamese people wearing blue satin clothing like that of Kung Fu's kept flying to and fro. I heard there was some kind of a competition and I even saw my boss' wife pounding on him to join the contest. A few moments later, my boss disappeared and before he arrived, I heard some of the Chinese people in their conspiratorial tones trying to conjure something to crash my boss, to see his defeat in the competition.

A Squid's Head and A Mermaid's Body

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 13:11:00 +0000

She displayed that usual look of a girl who was raised in a country and spent just a few years trying to adjust to what living in the city is. She is my cousin Aileen and looking at their house bridged the chance for us to see each other again and have a few exchange of thoughts and ideas after a long time.

We were looking at their house with wide amazement in my eyes, having not seen the shelter in a long time. I was wondering why their house all of sudden grew up in size with a wider courtyard this time. My cousin was doing all the explanation with ease in her rustic voice. The neighboring houses which I saw and which made the area looked so congested vanished like trodden mushrooms. The house was really big that I was unable to repress an air of envy. On the other hand, it looked portentous matched with the gloomy, foreboding atmosphere around.

Beside the house was a private road adjoining a fenced in yard further right. The yard which seemed like a pine-tree seedlings garden was so commodious and was fringed intervally with pine and juniper trees. We saw some people busying themselves with a sundry of unusual, peculiar, odd-looking, and gargantuan dead sea creatures. I saw some fish bigger than a horse, three times a horse's size perhaps. Just behind us was Aileen's father tending to his horses, giving them molasses in small buckets and guiding them to a hearty grass indulgence. Later, my uncle told me that those people in the pine tree garden were selling the creatures at 750 pesos per piece. My eyes glowed and the excitement in me swelled internally. I had been thinking of making 'calamares' or fried squid bathed with flour.

Seeing their big size, my uncle beckoned that he wanted one and so the seller bustled in our direction unbelievably carrying a heavy weight of the giant squid. He threw it towards the front yard but was unlucky enough to notice the horse indulgently grazing some grass just in front of the house. The weight landed on one of the horses and it right off the bat gave the four-legged animal a lethal wound on its trunk. The horse was motionless for a couple of minutes and my uncle was really mad.

The horse was bleeding to death and before it gasped for its last breath, the seller turned frantic and uneasy to show how apologetic and conscientious he was with the horse's misfortune. He started hopping upside down. His head was like an electric drill hobbling on the tablets serving as a pavement towards my uncle's house. The guy reminded me of the character in the game, pogo loco. My cousin and I were amusingly watching him do the stunt. He was amazing.

Dorro Inni, A baby's name

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 06:37:00 +0000

I got me thinking again about online casino as we were boarded on a bus en route to work. The dusty road shoving off nano-particles of dust onto our faces through the bus windows didn't veer my sight off eying the online casino on the side of the road. Then, I just realized I had to post a dream which have been marooned in my unpublished posts on blogger.

AJ with his nephew and I are headed for the Casino. We play roulette with tens of faint faces of Casino goers but we don't win. Because of AJ's prodding that we have to leave the place avoiding hooking up more amount, we see ourselves bounding out of the place and realize that the day has turned to gray. The way out of the pavement extending from the entrance of the building is dark and its silence is somewhat scary. Marred with agitation in our facades and the fear growing in me, I turn my back to see who's behind us. I see a suspicious guy wearing a maroon shirt, his eyes fixed on us. He looks belligerent and diabolic with his red eyes blazing in the dark. I panick as I suspect him to want to stab any of us. I see him hiding a knife on his back.

He would have stabbed AJ had I not warned him to run away. Three of us all run for our lives. I feel so bad though that AJ scamper off first and never bothers to care for me and his nephew. I also run as fast as I can, make some pauses, and wait for AJ's nephew. AJ's nephew tumbles his way to escape and I see him transform into a teenage boy.

I also dream of an incident where I see myself and AJ naming three baby girls. They are new born babies though I am not sure whose babies they are. We give the names, "15", "Iri", and "Dorro Inni". AJ's mom tells us though after a witty comprehension that Dorro Inni is the reverse of the word "toilet" in our vernacular.

The Bazooka Chase

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 02:06:00 +0000

At home again and am alone. All the family members have gone out. Later as I am about to leave the house upon closing all the windows, I hear a knock on the door followed by a faint voice of a woman. I open the wooden door and I see a woman in her 40's carrying an empty straw bag and has started reaching for the biggest lemon fruit in the front yard. The sight of her stealing prods me to motion to her and tell her out loud to get only the big and the ripe ones.

She gets mad instead at my condescending request and starts mumbling derogatory expressions. I become repugnant and my face glow with disgust more than it did earlier upon seeing her face almost covered with bulging and festering blotches like she is ill with leprosy. The blotches look fresh and they look like they just popped out. For all I know, they look gross. I start to think that she might have evaded from one of the care homes somewhere and she badly needs to go to a leprosarium. I remember her taking the five biggest lemons in the yard and I kvetch telling her we need them for Christmas. I keep yelling at her but to no avail. I don't know why but I can't even lay my hands on her. Instead, she smugly proceeds to another tree picking more fruit and that turns me more indignant as if there's a smoke coming out of my ears.

I try to follow her with the attempt to quell her injustice but then she turns into a young girl, perhaps a seven-year old girl. What amazes me more is that an old man perhaps in his fifty's comes to her rescue. The man is garbed with a baroque-like costume. With him is the biggest bazooka I have ever seen. He certainly looks belligerent as he approaches me.

I chicken out trying to defend our fruit tree in the yard and I see me scampering off the scene. He, however, manages to pull the trigger off the bazooka and starts aiming at me while I am doing the chicken run. I feel the magnitude of the bazooka's trajectory on my entire body but it isn't enough to destabilize me.

Phew! I wake up alive.

The Jukebox Door

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 12:16:00 +0000

I am at the church with the uneasiness drilling me on to get out of the sacred place. My friend who now works abroad is about to have the best time of his life. He will tie the knot with a woman he met in Taiwan but whose face is an obscurity to me. Disgustingly, I see myself dressed as a farmer, I am a reflection of a scarecrow wearing a buri hat and a pair of slacks rolled up just below my knee. My presence is an infringement of the consecrated structure.

And with my flip-flops on, I decide to sit down onto the pew at the back near the entrance of the church. I am trying to fight the force that has been wanting me to leave and ignore the special moment. I carry a backpack on my back and my ears are plugged with an mp3 player's ear buds.

ear buds. I look at the obfuscated faces mostly women taking pictures. The color pink radiating from their garments is a stand out.

I eventually see myself leaving. I can't see my friend around anymore though I know we were just talking earlier while he was smoothing over his black socks. As I turn my back towards the main door, a fabulously painted cupboard hangs down from the ceiling. It looks huge but I don't see any of its doors open. Instead, I see a small slot like that of a jukebox. A coin is necessary to unlock it.

I am now in trouble with that big pendulum hanging by the door. It literally blocks exit. I know it is easy to bend my way out but I just can't. I start looking for a coin in my pockets but they're empty. I turn towards the altar and my friend is now visible with his obscured wife having some picture taking. He gives me a coin, then I am out of my dreamzzz world.

Swimming Pool

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 04:20:00 +0000

Varicolored cars are lined up as they are aesthetically parked around the resort. They look like toy cars on display catching the attraction of the so many customers trying to ease themselves with a cold swim. The swimming pool is huge and kilometrically stretched around the area like an L-Square.

Myself is seen holding a pool vacuum, uncomfortable, uneasy and my eyes just keep wandering around. I seem to be looking for that high school friend of mine. He is nowhere to be seen so I continue my business.

I can't keep but be amazed at how the resort looks like. The tall palm trees with their fronds happily swaying with the breeze of the wind catch me in awe. The hot and humid air though gives me the feeling that I myself should get a splash. Had it not because been because of my best friend's mom's stern face, I would have had the liberty to plunge in the cool water of the pool.

A few moments later, my best friend's mom call me to water the fringe of plants surrounding the pool. I then get the coiled and long hose in the filter room and when I go back to where I was, the sight of my handsome best friend sends me beaming with joy, delight, and uneasiness. He is still one of my crushes. While watering the plants, my friend and I engage in a relaxing talk about good old days. All of a sudden, her mom screams in disgust. I just realized I have been shooting her with the water down her skirt instead of the plants. I fidget and stay motionless as I watch her slowly transform into a banana tree.

My Two Boyfriends

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 14:26:00 +0000

The swells of the sea seem mesmerizing. I am absorbed in its waves and its swishing sounds drifting me off to old memories.

This dream of mine takes me to a beach resort where I see myself sunk in its white sand. The thatched roof cottages are sporadically located in the area and there are modern houses made of concrete and galvanized iron placing the beach so accessible to my home. It's weird that I live in the mountains 3-hour away from the nearest beach and yet I see my house around the resort. I am enjoying my loneliness watching the billows of the sea when two milky-white skinned foreigners catch my attention. They are half naked and they take me in awe. I earn my guts to talk to the more handsome guy, trying to build some rapport, and something nasty later. Again, the animalistic lust in me gets triggered by the presence of two prospects.

The guy is surprisingly friendly. He tells me his name which my memory can't recall because his face and well-built muscles seem more notable. We take a leisurely walk ashore and around the village.

After some time, I just realize that any moment my boyfriend AJ shall be coming to call me for our lunch date in one of the cottages. I remember the guy telling me he is from Durasian- a country I have never heard before. I ask him if it is somewhere in Europe and he affirms. I feel so happy that even before AJ could arrive, he invites me for a luxurious lunch at his rented hotel room where his friend (the one I saw earlier)has been waiting. I beam in excitement as he holds my hand on our way for some meals. Before anything nasty could happen, I awake in disappointment.

The Invisible Ogre

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 15:05:00 +0000

The covered basketball court takes me to one of its bleachers. I am seated looking at everybody who seems in some euphoria of excitement. The benches surrounding the ground are all filled with spectators, mostly girls. There are quite a few I am familiar with but they don't mind me seeing I am seated with my boyfriend. Two women, each with a cellphone break the silence in my spot. One of them has a moon-shaped face perhaps because of her protruded jaw. The other one has a moonlike surface on her visage.

Having learned from some people around that these women were bestowed some Superpower by the same alien creature who gave Darna (Philippine version of Wonderwoman) the mysterious power stone. I ask them if they used their stones and they say they transformed into the hailed heroine the night before. They start telling me of how they enjoyed the power given to them. They take a seat across from the bench where I am seated and they are added to the countless people busying their fingers with their communication gadgets.

All of a sudden, everybody seems taking pictures everywhere, then to my direction. They apparently are not taking my picture and AJ's so I start to wonder. They tell me they see something through their cp's which their naked eyes can't see. I become grizzled so I stand up. All their cameras are towards my direction. Before I could see the creature they are taking pictures of, I am blown ten feet away from where I have set my foot on.

An ogre, out of nowhere appears before my eyes, with his clenched fist, he lunged a quick blow onto my chest. I feel a thud but there is no pain. I got to my feet and warn AJ to take precautions.

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Pulling a thread festooned with green pellet guns

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Tue, 13 Nov 2007 09:38:00 +0000

My eyes take me to a basketball court back in my hometown. I don't see myself playing the game but I see familiar faces of old friends. Everything seems green to me, from the ball, backboard, post, benches and the playground itself. I am sitting like a child motioning my eyes to and fro at the busy dribblers. Beside the court is a close friend's house. This friend of mine finished his college with a major in Psychology but he appears to me in my dream as a physician.

I approach him and tell him I have been recuperating from hepatitis but haven't really gotten over it. (I was told that the disease becomes a part of your system and there's no way of doffing it of yourself.)

He gesticulates that we go to the side of the court though. He wears what seems like a white lab gown with a stethoscope around his neck. He asks me to lie down and he opens my stomach with a pair of scissors. Strange but I don't see any blood out and I don't feel any pain. Moments later, he starts pulling a never ending length of green thread wreathed with green pellet guns. He explains it as the reason I won't ever get over my liver disease.

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Another Nightmare

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Sun, 11 Nov 2007 01:56:00 +0000

I felt so absorbed in reading this novel by a certain Janice Kaiser that I went to bed when the roosters in the neighborhood had started crowing. As I sank into unconsciousness, it was raining. With my backpack inside my white and black rain coat, I was trudging my way to school. The flooded pavement towards the entrance plus the puddles on the semi-concrete ground made it feel that my waders were useless, they were wet but I proceeded anyway.

I walked past a plomp girl, Chinese-looking. She was wearing a pink jacket and sporting an artificial blond hair in pony tail. The long queue of students waiting at the entrance for the routine check put me waiting aside taking off my rain coat. Beside me were ROTC officers superciliously looking at the faces scooting in the campus for their respective classes. It was in the morning.

As I readied my bag for the inspection, the girl in pink jacket just cut in. I gave her a dirty look and she realized how rude she was to bypass the queue. She said her apology while I gestured with my hand that was ok. That was all and my eyes opened to a brighter world, I saw my boyfriend sleeping with an old white jersey on. I felt some fingers, a thumb and an index perhaps thrusting their way to my mouth. I couldn’t see whom they belonged to. Next thing, I heard some squeashing sound. The sound of a tooth being rooted out. I started moaning in terror. AJ was right beside me, and slapped me in for the reality. It was a nightmare.

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Lost in a construction site

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 18:07:00 +0000

It was like the Tale of Two Cities. A squatter's area depicting poverty in the city and over the high wall gapping the shanties was an affluent town.

I see myself walking, clad in a pair of shorts less than an inch above the knee,and a pair of flip-flops. I feel so darn hungry and I see myself walking on the street looking for food. The houses to my left and right are big and beautiful. They are adorned with expensive ornaments, metallic tufts surrounding them, glowing white paints, and grecian doors and windows. Extending my eyes to the right side of the road brings me to another level down under. There's another long stretch of a road and I just figure I am on a hill. An ongoing construction of a humongous house invites me to stop. The workers wearing yellow hard hats on the slope of the hill stir the entire village with their drills and pounding hammers.

I continue to walk and when I turn to my right, the scene changes to a crowded sprouts of shanties. I see some familiar faces. They invite me to their dwellings but a peddler vending some fishballs on my way puts me to a stop. I satisfy my eyes but not my stomach. As I look around, I see some mothers doing their own laundry. I sit with them and we engage in gossips.

After some time, I decide to leave and see myself getting his way out of the village. I am back at the construction site where workers I am unfamiliar with keep shouting at me. I panic and try to leave the place quickly but the pair of my slippers gets stuck at the slabs of wood and planks of metal lying on the ground. I manage to get out but I don't find one of my slippers.

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noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 14:46:00 +0000

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The Bandit

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Wed, 07 Nov 2007 16:03:00 +0000

"Aaargh, aaargh" I heard myself scream early in the morning today. It was a nightmare, obviously and it was a lucky one for me, I managed to grope for consciousness before anything worse could have happened.

The place was dark. The shrubs and bushes protruding side by side each other on the dim ground gave the place a labyrinthine look. I knew I was looking for the key to our office here in Manila but it was weird because I was at home. I ended up stumbling upon a dismantled and rusty sink and I ended up drinking the liquid in it, I felt sated not minding whether it was clean water or not.

The mindset I had and the awareness of the lost key, wanted to me to continue, though apparently I kept hitting those swinging coffee trees and I kept being hurled to and fro. My dizziness put myself sitting on the ground leaning on one of the robust bushes. Then I heard a flurry from a nearby distance. I heard multiple footsteps scurrying towards my location. I turned around and I saw my cousins, my sister, and my brothers. My exhaustion vanished and my face glared. I just realized then that I was at the backyard of our house.

I was very excited to enter the house with the thought that a nice rest was awaiting me inside. I didn't wait for my relatives and siblings to get closer before I tried to break in. I left them behind just a few meters from the house's entrance. When I turned to my right a few steps towards the door, a skinny, half-masked guy from below his eyes, came storming out of the house and he just scared the shit out of me. He looked like a bandit and he met me at gunpoint. I kept screaming.

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noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 09:56:00 +0000

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An Act of Lasciviousness

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 08:06:00 +0000

I don't know what's up to him now. I haven't seen him for a long time. The last contact we had was almost two years ago. That was the time I turned him down borrowing money from me for the greener pasture his wife dreamt of having abroad.

Then, he joined me in one of my REM's last night. After playing basketball, we boarded a small side-car which is of course uncommon in my hometown. While on the trike, I felt a mixture of excitement having no idea of where we were headed for. My friend was behind me and sitting beside me was a foreigner who echoed an Arabian decent. He was well-built, wearing a sleeveless, checked polo shirt.

I felt some blood rush through my spine as I looked at him. He was damn gorgeous but I was earlier warned by the thought of staying quiet, avoiding that that wrong move could leave me smacked on the face. As we were about to get off the trike, this guy seated to my left just started showing some an act of lasciviousness by hornily stroking my left arm. I felt aroused but I didn't want to see myself embarrassed in front of a friend who has shown respect and looked up to me all these years. I had to feign the sensual pleasure I felt. My unfavorable reaction stirred my friend behind. Once we were all unloaded he started kicking the other guy's ass while trying to catch a speeding bus on the highway.

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noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 07:24:00 +0000

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Rabies

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 12:01:00 +0000

I go home and I see my boyfriend bitten by a dog on his head. He lose his consciousness on the spot and I take him home. At home my parents are sleeping and snoring and I try my best to wake them up but they don't seem to respond. I really need help to take my boyfriend to the hospital. I don't have a cellphone to contact anybody and my parents are my only hope. I scream and cry at the top of my lungs and ask for help but to no avail. I wake up from this nightmare.

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LOST

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 03:51:00 +0000

I got lost
I got found
I got lost and got crashed
Got squashed under a heavy truck
Got lost again...
Awoke, and found myself...

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Eating Out Under The Rain

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Thu, 01 Nov 2007 23:01:00 +0000

Back in my hometown, I am at a compound where my Filipina boss lives. It is a surprise that she already owns three different houses, each beautiful in its own. I used to be under her supervision while working for a Korean school in the city but that was three years ago. Am I back in the school where I once worked? Maybe, in my dream. (LOL)
She gives me a very warm accommodation as she lets me enjoy a night rest in one of the houses. She hands me over the key to the house. The next day, her daughter comes telling me we are eating out. It's her mom's treat. I take a shower, look at myself in the mirror, put the house in order, and I leave.

Arriving at the gate of the compound, I remember I just left the key inside the house. I tell my boss' daughter who's now inside a pajero car how sorry I am for being forgetful. I must be in a hurry on my way out and I just tell her to get it herself knowing that she and her boyfriend are headed for the same place anyway to get something.

As I exit the gate, I see AJ's dad buying some Chinese noodles from a vendor on the street. He doesn't see me and so I just ignore him now that all of a sudden my younger sister appeared by my side. We are both agitated, expecting some special event. It's almost raining as the drizzle starts tattooing the ground.

A few moments later, my older brother arrives with his two horses and he gives both of us a ride. AJ's dad turns into my own dad and we eat at a concrete table in an open area with the Chinese noodles packed in several styro's. It's raining.

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The Aquarium House

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 23:15:00 +0000

This is also one of my recurrent dreams where I often see my self carrying a backpack.

The presence of my expectant dad and hopeful younger brother greet me on my arrival. They thought I'd be coming home with my mom. My dad asks me the whereabouts of my mom and I tell him I am plain clueless where she is.

Looks like they had been waiting for her as they tell me she has been missing for months. The ambiance at home is sullen. I see my dad and brother inside what seems like a constructed water reservoir or a concrete water tank. The interior has the verisimilitude of a cave. My dad and younger brother have been working on meters and meters of flexible pbc pipes. Water gushing out from each of the intertwined pipes which are connected to our house just above the cave-like structure.

Before finally getting inside the house, I sit down with my dad while putting my backpack on my lap. We start talking about the water supply in the village and he tells me that the price of water there has skyrocketed at 10 cents per bucket. I tell him it's nonsense and we start comparing the prices. I argue that a drum of water only costs 20 cents and ask why the hell they have to settle for buckets. I add that 5 cents is pretty expensive for a bucket and the simple talk turns into an argument. I manage to leave immediately and avoid igniting the argument.

The inside of the house is submerged in water. Gives me the idea that I am a fish swimming his way in and out of my room. I unpack and proceed to my parents' room to double check my mom. I see her clothes lying in bed but she is still nowhere to be found. As I swim out of the room, I see two giant janitor fishes as big as the normal size of sharks. They are inside the bed's mosquito net and they get agitated. One of them manages to bite my right leg and I scream. My brother whom I saw earlier comes to the rescue.

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It's raining snakes

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 09:33:00 +0000

It's been two days in a row and I think I just had a recurrent dream. And the snakes? Yes, I saw snakes for the nth time in my sleep.

Bart, a physically disadvantaged classmate of mine in my elementary years is standing towards the principal's office wearing a khaki pair of pants and a thin white shirt. I see him holding an envelope while waiting for something. I rush to him and tell him I dropped out of college because of some financial straits. He surprises me by mentioning that he already works as a professor at a the college where I see myself working on my acceleration program.

I know I am at a certain college though the looks of the school reminds me of my elementary school in my hometown.

Bart, knowing my purpose gesticulates that I should go inside the principal's office to process the documents for my procuring a college degree. Once I get inside, the scene changes into a wide trellis of chayote, its ground is as soft as a marshmallow that I see my feet sinking in as the seconds tick away. I manage to get out of the framework above me but upon stepping out, piles of snake start falling from the sky and I freak out.

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Smoking Out

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Mon, 29 Oct 2007 09:38:00 +0000

The classroom setting is not a very unusual location where I see myself anxiously sitting on a chair. I am back in college with some Korean classmates. I remember writing something on a white sheet of paper and my teacher whose face I don't recall tells me I got some failing grades due to my recurrent tardiness.

The teacher gets out of the class and while waiting, I am urged to go out too, and look for some cancer sticks.

A younger Korean classmate joins me in to assuage our smoking addiction. We stealthily leave the class and climb the stairs leading to what seems a long, narrow stretch of a road. On the sides are congestion of shanties plastered side by side each other.

We are amazed at an ongoing kite flying festival where I see my old (Korean students in the past) showing their inept ability of creating fabulous kites and a magnificent show (this never happened in the actual though). We look at the horizon oblivious to our smoking urge and see how tens of kites form floral patterns on the sky. The kites look like skydivers managing to form themselves in different patterns in the cobalt sky.

As the kites start getting intertwined and entangled in the sky, the Korean classmate and I leave the place while we see lots of onlookers clapping loudly in awe.

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I should dream on

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 13:22:00 +0000

I just have so neglected this little site of mine that I haven't posted in a long time. My apology to those who expect new postings are visible.

Yesterday morning, after installing the firefox toolbar, I was delighted to notice that my site, The Native Sentimental Maniac has finally been given a pagerank. It was pageranked 2, finally, after more than four months of waiting and wondering. I couldn't believe my eyes. It's the site where I spend most of my time posting about what's going on in my life, and where I habitually interact with fellow bloggers and staunch readers.

My curiosity drove me then to also check the PR for this site and it came to my surprise and extreme happiness that it's given a PR of 3.

It was unexpected and it paved the way for me to get out of the doldrums in a while and should start sharing with you some of my most strange dreams. Thanks a lot and I hope you continue to come.

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A pool of gay mermaids and eel-like humans

noreply@blogger.com (LORD MANILA STONE) — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 09:06:00 +0000

I am so groggy, I am not sure if I am drunk or just plain dizzy. My world seems to be upside down. I see myself making his way out of the office holding a laptop and some big bags of chips in my arms. I don't know why I have the guts walking around with the laptop and the chips preoccupying my hands while I am half naked, wearing just a shirt-no pants, no underwear. It is unclear in my mind where I am headed for. I just feel so damn tired that I think I am looking for a place where I can lie down and rest.

Then, I arrive at a certain place which turns out later as my younger brother's boarding house. The bed looks so comfy, covered with white bedsheet so inviting that I scoot in right away. The laptop and the chips still lay rested on my tummy. I feel motionless, I want to move but I can't. The only consolation is my head which I can turn left and right. My eyes are fixed at the door to my left which resembles a coffin because of the small window attached onto it.

I try my best to wake up. I think I am having the weather combined with some physical malaise I'm dealing with. I just feel so lethargic. Suddenly, I hear my younger brother's voice. He tells me how happy he is to see me in his boarding house. His boarding house is located in a remote area which was ones a river. He punnily mentions that his place turns into a water reservoir every time there is heavy rain. In so saying, I finally manage to get out of bed and sit on my hamstring near the doorway of his shelter. I see that he has other visitors. They all look strange to me though. They have been talking for a while.

When I look outside the door, I just realize that it is raining, the denuded mountains nearby, show muds rolling down from it's slope. The water from the mountains are gathered at the base where a riprapped portion instantly created a pool. Then the scene horrifies me, I see strange creatures. They look so awfully scary.

The creatures are not just mermaids but gay mermaids frantically swimming and having a good time in the muddy pool. Other than mermaids, there are also eel-like human beings, proudly swishing their tail-like lower limbs back and forth and shooting forth their upper limbs from the pool. I start to shiver but the unfamiliar person in front of me gives me the assurance that those swimming creatures are harmless and their existence in the community is normal.

While he continues to talk, I freak more intensely this time that two gay mermaids unexpectedly show up just behind him by the window. Their faces are bony, translucent in blue neon colors. They have big eyes and they resemble the typical looks of aliens. They surely give me a daunting gaze but disappear short after.

My curiosity leads me to ask my younger brother to give me a tour of the place. I am still horrified. We follow the route from his boarding house to the nearest market and jeepney station. I don't see the mermaids now but I see and hear a lot of people talking about them. All the people say those mermaids have been a part of the community and they are harmless creatures.

As my brother and I decide to turn our back back to his house, two gay mermaids suddenly emerge and run after us. We run for our lives and see my brother shot with a plastic tube launcher by one of the mermaids. I stop and try to help my brother. I scream and I wake up.

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