Last night (while they are still fresh)
I had a bizzaro (but a bit awesome) dream. It was about my grandfather who was nicknamed Dragon* because he was fierce and huge (quite literally) and could reduce you to a crispy twat if he was mad.
Anyway, I dreamt that my cousin Pao and I found this building that lead to a ship on the second floor. You had to climb up one of three sets of rickety rope ladders. It was apparently rumored that this one dude tried to climb in and he fell down and broke his neck (and died) just as he was almost up the ladder.
I climbed up when Pao left and ventured into the ship/building.
It was amazing inside. The interiors were wood, everything auburn and varnished. I went to a room and realized that something was wrong - the lights were on. Someone's clothes were on the bed, a coat was hung on the closet door, weird yellow cigars were put out in an ashtray and glasses still had (what seemed to be) alcohol in them. Something caught my eye, a huge brief - The familiar gray stitches on the garter made me realize that this brief, and this place was my Lolo's. Nobody fixed his stuff before he died.
I was surprised to see Pao when he entered the room as I was rummaging through Lolo's abandoned property. I said, "want to try the cigars?" We did and all I could remember about the smoking was that it wasn't like what I had dreamt before. (Before this one, the cigarettes in my dreams would turn into yellow powder when I inhaled.) They didn't look like the Cubans portrayed in films but they were still cigars in that moment. I secretly kept a pack with a box of matches, thinking I should do this again sometime else.
We went back the next day, because hey, the place was awesome and private and had, what I assumed to be was, air conditioning. Immersed in the mystery of the place, we were baffled when my cousins (Pao's sisters,) Pam and Pau** went into the room as well.
This is where the dream shifts into a whole new setting. I was biking through the road behind AS, worrying that I was late for my FA12 class. I was still smoking the same cigar and when I looked into my bag, the pack and the matches were still there. There was one hour left of my three-hour class and I was panicking because it said TBA in my crs (yes, weirdly, the dream had pieces of real information) and the location wasn't listed in the FA building. I finally got into the room and the old lady professor was staring at me like I was some ridiculous delinquent.
I look to my right and I was apparently in the same class with this obnoxious*** archi dude I met in Comm3 before. And then a more ridic thing happened: this pretentious girl**** laughed out loud and made a comment on what the professor said... and then she recognized me.
It turned into a nightmare.
1. If you could only climb into the building, through a rickety ROPE ladder at that, how did my huge grandfather do it? Are there secret passages? (Okay, now I want to go back to that place.
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*Ehhhhh, now that I think about it, it seems more appropriate because he smoked a lot and he was an owner of this semi-big fireworks business back in The Day.
**Yes, the three of them have the same initials.
***Yep, more than me.
****Hey, Lara and Risa, you probably know her. HAHAHHAHA
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