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@freshstraightfromthebed
Are dreams supposed to have a meaning? 💭 I've been having weird and random dreams but it was only in 2009 that I began documenting them on Facebook Notes (then) and posts right after I wake up (my phone has been beside me of course).
Compiling them on this blog.
Apologies for the grammatical errors. I post them as they are.
I think I've eaten too much cheese. 🧀
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Look at my baby!!!!!
My shih tzu also sleeps like that 😝
Fresh straight from the bed -- Richard Hawley-related dream (at last!) XD
We were in classroom. The students were a mixture of white (probably British) and Asian students, mingling with each other.
Word spread that someone would preside over to our class. We had no clue yet as to who.
Until a man of almost a certain age entered our room. He was wearing a dark olive green suit and pants; was also bespectacled and sporting sideburns. He was also carrying a similarly-hued mailman bag.
I was seating far away from the front of the classroom. Being so near-sighted, I had little idea who he was really, but I thought that that guy looked familiar.
As he sat at the table in front of us, then for some inexplicable following, music entered the room. Hey! I thought to myself, I know that song!
Then it loomed to us that our temporary teacher for today was none other than Richard Hawley!
He was just sitting at the table, with his bag placed on it. But he wasn't bringing his Gretsch. Wasn't he supposed to lug his guitar with him, was he?
His mouth opened with, "What do you like? You've had a right life..." as if he was asking us students. He was singing "Born Under A Bad Sign"
Being a fan, I moved my seat towards him. I kind of felt some pride because I was the only one who knew the song and therefore was singing it along with him. But he failed to notice me, it seems.
Other students were armed with their high-tech digital cameras and so they started clicking away in Mr. Hawley's presence. While I was just having my camera phone... I turned its camera function on. I'd got to take a pic of him... But somehow shyness began to hit me. So I didn't manage to take a shot of him
As he was finished, the time of dismissal came. So he rose up from the table and we went a bit ruckus. But it wasn't because of him. Most of the students really wanted to go home.
My phone remained on the camera mode as I was still tailing behind Richard, whom I adored (and still adore) very much. (to be continued below)
Originally posted: Aug 10, 2011 10:00:43 am on Facebook Notes
I really thought Facebook Notes was improved at that time, but it still allowed only a limited number of characters. So I continued the account of this dream on the comments section, which, unfortunately, I cannot locate anymore.
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Fresh straight from the bed -- a freakish story about love (edited)
The first thing remember is that I was leaning at a cemented part (which was supposed to be some railing) of a Greenbelt walkway. Then someone I know (who is in reality one of my online friends, but I'm not really close to him) spotted me. He instantly accosted me & we started shooting the breeze. Unlike in our previous "bumping-into-each-other" encounters that led to just a very short talk, this one seemed longer. And we had a strangely more comfortable one. "Oh, I want to give a print of the photo you had taken days ago..." I told him, suddenly remembering it.
"Oh, the *one*?", he said, chuckling. He said that it got lost somewhere into my own folder. I didn't seem to recall how the photograph managed to get into my folder, but I brought it anyway.
The photograph depicted of a dockside scenery which was rather badly printed through its extreme contrast. I was rummaging for the photograph through my folder. While doing this so I spotted an old brown envelope containing my old cut-out articles from Philippine Daily Inquirer broadsheet, that included my favorite "Los Enemigos" articles.
All of a sudden the setting just transformed into a theme park, with my friend & me sitting at a concrete seat of a coliseum-style venue, watching a dolphin show. Anyway, I handed him the envelope containing the newspaper clips, then I went back into finding that photograph. "I collected them when I was in high school," I said, while my eyes were still focusing on finding the photograph. I was thinking he probably had known all sorts of things, being "culturally exposed" compared to me & our other mutual friends (mejo "coño" kasi yun, sa pagkakakilala ko at least). Nevertheless, he accepted the envelope gladly. The long, wavy hair (that in reality, he's been sporting these days) was actually, in that dream anyway, a wig! I was a bit taken aback when he took it off from his head -- now his true hairstyle was exposed -- he was really into the skinhead look.
I thought that was enough to shock me. But the next thing he did almost made me to jump out of my seat... He began to lean forward and whispered *very close* to my ear! Kulang na lang ata, halikan niya tenga ko eh.
What he whispered to me was, "I'm not really a 'know-it-all-guy', so thanks," then kept the envelope inside his bag. He seemed to guess correctly about my assumptions of him, then disproving them to me.
Then he shocked me again by coming in closer to me once more, and whispered, "Do you love me?"
"WHAT?!?" I cried in utter astonishment. He seemed unusually forward, I couldn't believe it! Because of all his uncalled-for behavior he was showing to me, that guy really caught me off-guard.
So I only stammered, "Y... yesss... I-I guessed sss-so! But only as-sss a friend!" Clearly, I had no feelings for him. I just wanted him to know that. And why would he be interested in me? I knew I wasn't his type, and neither he was my type as well.
Then he came near me again and whispered something else, which this time I couldn't hear becausd of the very loud Disney music that was accompanying the show.
So he rose up to his feet and beckoned me to go with him to some quiet spot where we could hear each other more clearly. I was following behind him as he was walking toward a red-painted playhouse, which was high enough for adults to go in.
Then we both sat on the cold cement floor. By then I was feeling jittery. I kind of expecting what he had to tell me. And he declared to me something that was exactly I was expecting to hear (I really can't say what it is, in this note).
Masama ang kutob ko sa kanya, I thought. But how did he know about all this, or did he rely on his gut feel?!?
I didn't confirm nor deny. "So, are you trying to blackmail me if I don't go out with you?" But why did he care so much about my personal life when I didn't give a flying fig about his? I was doing what I loved to do, and if it seemed that offensive to him, or to anyone else... It was just a part of who I was.
In that dream, I abruptly walked out of the red playhouse. He began to follow me. He got it that I wasn't biting his kind of bluffing. While I was trying to get away from him out of exasperation, he began to follow me. Along the way he actually confessed that he was really interested in me... And he asked, "Why can't you like me?" I glanced at him and I was surprised to see tears drenching his face. I said that I wanted to be alone. I said that I'd rather focus in making my own business grow than to be in a new relationship. That in fact, is quite true.
I added that we could still be buddies. But he was still disconsolate...
For some inexplicable sequence, we were in a tenement house where he was residing in, along with the rest of his folks. If I could describe it correctly, the lobby of the tenement house was all gray, as if it hadn't yet been finished; very spacious and bare, in a creepy way, it seemed he and his family were the only tenants; had a very low ceiling; and had huge and wide cylinder columns that liken to those of one of the offices I used to work in. It looked like much more of a parking space than a residential area. Plus, it felt so claustrophobic.
In that dream, it was the first time I got to visit his apartment. There, he began to be so attentive to me, and his family was nice to me too, and received me warmly. Though he didn't mention yet about the status between us to his kins, I was feeling like I was his girl friend. Pero kinilabutan ako dun ha! He was nice but, I knew myself better. I knew what I really wanted.
For a while I was thinking about this very house he was living in, at least in my dream. I didn't expect that he -- in a manner that appeared to be like he came from a well-off pedigree, ultra-hip and a culture snob, and all that, like what I really perceive of him in reality -- would live in a humble abode like this.
I was slipping outside the door when he got up from his TV watching with his family. Right away, he asked if he could escort me home. But I only said to him, "CR lang ako sandali."
There were public restrooms located along the lobby. That was nice, I thought. So in I went to the ladies' room to spruce up as well as to reflect. The CR was clean and not crowded. In fact, I was the only person inside.
I was looking at myself in the mirror. I hadn't realized until at that moment how old I had become -- and even uglier. How could he have interest in someone like me? I started to recall his accounts to me about the girls he had dated (and one who rejected his assidious wooing) -- all of them pretty, highly-educated, ambitious, sophisticated, artistically-inclined, and younger than I am. Maybe his type of ladies won't jive with him anymore, so I said to myself, "So, he wants to try out the inferior ones," and ended that with a smug chuckle.
I was curious to see how this would lead to, but I just woke up abruptly. Dammit! But on the other hand, I was grateful. I can't imagine myself going out with another guy anymore (gives me the creeps), so I'm back to my original "anti-social" state. Hehehe. Of course, I'm still hurting... but hey... smile behind all of this. :) It sounds like a good story material, though. :D
Originally posted: Jul 14, 2011 8:54:59 am on Facebook Notes
Note: I think the Notes feature improved at the time, as it now allowed more space for texts.
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I had a weird dream... I was cleaning my mug, thinking it was soiled with coffee residues, inside and out. As I was brushing it, I discovered they were actually rat shit! Horrified, I brushed my hands as fast as I could, fearing I'd be contacted with leptospirosis... But my hands began to grow ugly warts! Gross!!!
Originally posted: July 10, 11:29 AM - Facebook status
My comment to my own post:
"Hahaha my hands were super-itchy... When I just woke up, I discovered that I had actually scratched my left hand, in my sleep. But no warts, thankfully. :))"
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Fresh straight from the bed: comedy bar!
In that dream... I found employment at a bar and restaurant joint (of all places, considering my somewhat antisocial nature) with someone I had known for a time (we're not actually friends. Just an acquaintance. I thought of him as too "high-falutin" or "high-brow" for me, but he was all right). Eventually, I became his business partner. He handled most of the affairs and transactions while I supervised the upkeep of the bar and the kitchen. When I suggested to him that we needed to "renovate" our establishment into a comedy bar, he said it was a "good idea". So I started to create posters, signages and advertisements around the restaurant. I even made huge and bold paper cut-out letters and pasted them on the wall of our dirty kitchen: JOB INTERVIEW OF STAND-UP COMEDIANS (MAY 18-24) [I even checked the calendar at the kitchen door before posting the date]. The kitchen actually was adjacent to the office. In one of the restaurant's vacant daytime hours (it opens during the evening), I dropped by, lagging my own laptop. I sat down at one of the unused tables and turned on the lappy. I decided to post an online advertisement calling for a stand-up comedian. But first I had to discuss it with my boss, who was also online at that time (by the way, I was weirded out by the chat application's "prediction/dictionary on" feature. Kumbaga, parang yung sa cellphone pag nagta-type ka. Oddly, I didn't get to turn it off). This is the "excerpt" of our chat: Him: anong main requirement sa applicant? Me: kahit ndi college grad, basta mgaling magpatawa. Him: ok gud Me: pero kung deboto siyang mag-anak, ok din Him: Debotong mag-anak?!? Him: population control tayo :)) I didn't get what he meant at first. But later on I realized my mistake (even in that dream, I'm still absent-minded) Me: i mean, kung deboto pa rin siyang mag-aral! Kung hindi college grad, pero gusto pa rin ipagpatuloy studies niya... Him: un! Un pala wat u mean :)) But I figured, we've found what we were looking for. Hahaha. XD
Originally posted: May 13, 2011 8:07:49 am on Facebook Notes
Image credits: Pixabay Link of the original creator: https://pixabay.com/users/tumisu-148124/
Fresh straight from the bed: shot dead... at lunchtime
In a short span of my sleep there I encountered another unforgettable dream... The dream was sequenced in a way as if I was watching an Arnold Clavio TV show about safety, and this time, it's for our fearless security guards who put their lives on the line to protect our establishments. First of the sequence was a recent "news" about a guard who was shot to death while he was about to take his lunch inside a room, which I suspected was part of a bank building, or a large pawnshop. The image went to B&W just to "minimize" the gore of the crime scene. The victim appeared to be still on his seat, but now strewn with newspapers all over him, EXCEPT his head, which seemed to be... ugh. Blood, exposed brain and all. Why they didn't cover this most sensitive and horrible part was a puzzle to me. A witness was there to recall the incident. He said the guard, who was about to have his first take of food into his gaping mouth, was shot in the head pointblank, out of the blue. Talking about nick of time. I remember what kind of lunch he had -- tahong (mussels). It appeared he wasn't wearing any protective gears at the time he was shot. And so the "program" went into another sequence about how the security guards should protect themselves. First, wear a bulletproof vest. Then, be armed to the teeth (more guns and bullets, the better). I was laughing at a "model" who posed as a lady guard because she started to wear colorful bandannas with ethnic designs, and to top it all that, wore a pair of heavy dangling earrings. What is that, a feminine armor? I asked myself. A voice-over announced an extra advice, "for lady guards: loosen your belts when you feel uncomfortable or sick." Hahahaha. Despite vests and all, I thought there was something missing: a bullet-proof "jacket wig". To protect the skull. That unlucky guard had his head as a surefire target. I said to myself in that dream, I was going to propose that. Hahahaha. XD
Originally posted: Apr 08, 2011 6:55:49 am on Facebook Notes
Image credit: Pixabay Link of the original creator: https://pixabay.com/users/clickerhappy-324082/
Fresh straight from the bed - my wedding that wasn't
I have just dreamed something that I won't vehemently allow in real life... Late afternoon (after my supposed rendezvous with someone), I dropped by to our family home, which was abuzz with people. All of my sisters were there, bringing along their friends and my folks from Bicol would be coming later evening. My mother and father were busy in the kitchen, preparing a grand feast for... my own wedding. Somewhat a family affair. It was dated December 6, but I can't recall the year. There was a tarpaulin hanging above the road just outside our house; there were tables and chairs too. I could smell my own funeral, I thought to myself. I was calm the whole time, at first, by trying to be a gracious host to my guests, though I'm somewhat known to be anti-social. Then I excused myself to go up towards my bedroom, to spruce myself up for the occasion. I arranged my hair in a pull-back fashion, adorned by a small bunch of flowers clipped to my temple above my ear, giving it a fey look. Then I did my own makeup as well. I emerged from my room, dolled-up, but still in my 'pambahay' clothes. But no one, not even my circumspect mother, would bother me to change for my wedding gown. The truth was, I was nervous. Not because of sheer excitement of getting married; how I wished I wanted to avoid it. My relatives from Bicol had just arrived in their van. The noise of gleeful revelling had become more intense, and so did my fears. In horrified realization, I wanted to step back; I didn't want to get tied with a person I barely knew and didn't love at all... Seeing my parents in the kitchen and very much into "it", guilt and pity welled up inside me. But I had to tell them -- and everyone else -- that I didn't wish to make a mistake. Even if that would anger and hurt them... (to be continued below, space constraints...)
Originally posted: Jan 18, 2011 11:36:24 am on Facebook Notes
Unfortunately, the continuation of this post was on the comments section, which I cannot locate anymore.
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Fresh straight from the bed - Magic Flakes, Nissin Wafer, and JC de Vera, et cetera
In just a nap I've encountered yet another dream (unbelievably!)... I was inside our sari-sari store when two of our kid neighbors, Eliza & her 3-year-old brother Gabby (who do exist in real life) came to buy some snacks. While Gabby was tugging at his 'Ate''s shirt's hem, pestering her to buy some Jellyace for him, Eliza was selecting 3 Nissin wafers, and 3 Magic Flakes. And while I, who was (and actually is) thriving on a short-term memory, quickly forgot on what she had to buy, so I asked her again. When I finally got it, I handed her 3 Nissin wafers, 1 Magic Flakes in a red-line pack (the original one), & 2 Magic Flakes in blue packs. When Eliza saw the blue ones, she asked, "Bakit blue? Wala po ba kayong red?" I knew the blue ones were also Magic Flakes but I wasn't aware what kind. When I saw the package, well... It was Magic Flakes 'Lite'. Then I explained to Eliza, "Aaaahhh... pag nagje-dyeta ka, eto ang kakainin mo... Teka, wala na ata kaming red. Amina..." then I took the two blue Magic Flakes from her & started to find any 'leftover' original Magic Flakes. I found two original Magic Flakes from our glass container display & gave them to her (wait, is there *actually* a Magic Flakes Lite? In a blue-colored pack?) Eliza handed me P50, & mentally I did some counting. When I went to get some loose change, I found no coins. Then I began to call out for my mother to ask her for coins. When I found out she wasn't around at the moment, I told Eliza to wait for her change & ran into the house. As I stepped in, I saw two kittens, just learning to mount on our 'lamesita' at the living room. I think in that dream we adopted them or probably they were offsprings of our cat Atari, with their orange coats identical to that of our pet. When I started upstairs towards my bedroom, the kittens slowly but promptly followed my path. But as they reached at the foot of the staircase they began to struggle to climb there. Inside my bedroom, I closed the door behind me... (continued below...)
Originally posted: Dec 10, 2010 6:55:01 am on Facebook Notes
Unfortunately, the continuation of this post was on the comments section, which I cannot locate anymore
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Fresh straight from the bed - the violin
In today's dream, I was in the house. Our living room was in the general cleaning mode, so there was full of clutter. I saw a long, wide box, whose lid was already removed, but it was still encased with plastic. In it, I saw a violin with its bow. It was a different violin, whose design was 'marbled' - more like a chocolate marble because of the brown streaks 'swirling' all over its body. Curious, I asked my mother from where did it come from. She said it was given to us by our rich neighbor whose relatives were residing abroad. I was excited to see a 'real' violin for the first time. It was no Stradivarius, but who cares? I climbed upstairs to tell my youngest sister (who, in reality, wishes to play one) and cried out to her, "Girlie o, me violin dito! Tignan mo, dali!" But I was surprised & a bit disappointed when all her reply was, "Ok", & then she retreated to her room. When I returned to see the violin again, I noticed that it had morphed itself into a tan color. But I didn't mind. I took the violin & brought it upstairs to 'explore'. Just like what I did to a keyboard, I just groped for notes by ear because there were no 'violin chords chart' in hand. Since it only has four strings, it was relatively easy for me to remember every frets with every move from my bow. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable playing it because of my long hair getting in the way of it, & my chin hurt because of too much pressure of supporting it. So I'd always tie back my hair & have a 'bimpo' to 'cushion' my chin whenever I'd be practicing with the violin. Practically everyday, the violin was with me - or should I say I was with my violin. I became sort of obsessed with it that I'd forget to take my meals, & lay it beside me on my bed whenever I slept. By then my violin had changed again its physical state - it was in deep dark mahogany now. Days after, it was fiesta in our place. But the gathering was rather a potluck one, so every guests brought their own food to our house (to be continued below - limited space)
Originally posted: Dec 02, 2010 9:26:20 am on Facebook Notes
Unfortunately, the continuation was on the comments section, which I cannot find anymore.
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Fresh straight from the bed - "Down In The Street Below"
My lids are still heavy as I'm typing this... Anyway, this was rather an annoying dream! Once upon a time, I was just home from a night shift as always. I needed some music as I would drift myself to sleep in a nice way. The Divine Comedy's song "Down In The Street Below" was my LSS during that dream, so I thought I would start my sleepfest through that song. I borrowed, from my sister, a mug-like contraption (actually, it *was* a mug!) whose inside was a remote device and closed off by a rubber lid full of holes. My sister Olive explained that her hubby Lee devised that object as a mini-speaker fixed inside a mug. It would turn functional when it detects a cellphone's mp3 player (when actually turned on!). I didn't know why or how it worked, since it didn't involve a connecting medium like a bluetooth or infrared. But when I started to hit the 'play' button... the sound that would naturally come out of my phone's speakers was transported instead to that mug-speaker! And it really BOOMED, loud and clear! I was totally amazed! To this, I asked my sister If I could borrow it for a while and bring it up to my bedroom, which she said it was ok. Excited, I brought the mug-speaker (which was affixed with an ordinary electric plug, btw) into my room. I plugged the device in, turned my phone's mp3 player on, and went to bed. Since my phone player's 'random' mode had been disabled, it wasn't "Down In The Street Below" blaring out of the mug's speakers... I was then fast asleep. Then, in this dream came within *another* dream... I saw three men, whom of them, in reality, I know here on Facebook. Actually, they were friends of my friends, and all of them were artists/musicians. They were all standing in front of me, locked together by the arms on the shoulders. The last of the third was a short, white-faced guy, chinito type, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, nerdy indie-pop-kid sort. His was the most familiar face to me (continued below, space constraints!)
Originally posted: Nov 12, 2010 8:03:37 am on Facebook Notes
Note: Unfortunately, the continuation of this note was in the comments section, which I cannot locate anymore.
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fresh straight from the bed for another time...
...in fact, I feel quite drowsy as I'm pressing the keypad. Anyway, what I just remember from this morning's dream is that ELO's (one of my best-loved Last.fm tracks) "Mr. Blue Sky" kept looping over and over as I was tackling with a clothesline at home, with a random foreign guy who I believed was an Aussie "mate". It's strange, as all other dreams are. That seemed to be just it! When I slowly drifted into full consciousness I found out that my cellphone's (this very thing I'm using right now) music player was still ON! In fact, I encountered The Divine Comedy's live cover of the song still braying out of my phone's speakers. Well, I discovered that I forgot to disable the music player's "repeat" mode as I believed I did! Hehehe. So much for the extension of my dream.
Originally posted: Jun 29, 2010 7:31:32 am on Facebook Notes
Reblogged from @do-you-like-this-song
fresh straight from the bed for the nth time
My family and I were reluctantly packing up, and at the same time consoling each other (literally not in a dry way). Because we would be leaving our house, in which we've been residing for the last 22 years. As far as I could recall, the house would be vacated for a while until the new owners come along. It was a bleak day, with orange-and-brown (ok, sepia) tinted sky seemed to paint a sad portrait of a family who didn't want to leave their beloved home, but had to. I remember I was the one who was the most disconsolate. I was telling my mother that I will miss the verdant environs and the tranquility of this place. We had learned we would be relocating near an Old Manila-erected (read: dilapidated) movie house, and from the looks of it (to my horror), we would simply turn ourselves into "squatters". And that was something I'd find really difficult to accept, because we had the house built from scratch, and had been really owning it. The phrase "feeling upset" is an understatement indeed. We were overwhelmed with sorrow and the plight that we would subsequently face of being "first-time squatters"... All of us in the family wore black as we were about to leave, in tears. I was struggling to get out of this horrible dream for it seemed this was really jumping out of my sleep... As I woke up, my face was frigging DRENCHED with tears! Now I wonder what this would translate in reality...
Originally posted: Jun 14, 2010 6:25:03 am on Facebook Notes
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Fresh Straight From the Bed (5th)
In this dream, I met 3 celebs: Kim Chiu, Raimund Marasigan, & Joey de Leon :-D. At the park I saw Joey (standing afar, outside a café) & Raimund (sitting at a bench next to me). Kim was in our old college building, just standing at the classroom's doorway.
Originally posted: Aug 12, 2009 9:03:24 am on Facebook Notes
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Fresh Straight From The Bed (4th)
I slept again today, & this time, 'twas a The Divine Comedy-related dream! I was having a TDC marathon in the house when I heard my neighbor playing another TDC song, & it was way TOO LOUD! I learned it was "Our Mutual Friend", the speeded-up version :-D
Originally posted: Aug 11, 2009 12:21:20 pm on Facebook Notes
Reblogged from @jt1674
Fresh Straight From The Bed (3rd)
Another dream - me and my sis in the sala together, watching the "joys" of Scottish Highland farming (peacocks?!?) on Animal Planet. My bro-in-law sat at the far end of the room, toying with his PSP. My eldest sis (his wife) arrived in their car. We were shocked to see that she did the driving all the way to the house (in reality she doesn't know how to drive). Meanwhile, I was checking the meats in the freezer. Oddly, I was particular about the stack of salamis packed inside the zipped plastic bag. Hmmm...
Originally posted: Aug 11, 2009 9:03:08 am on Facebook Notes
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