Saturday, September 25, 2004
my night in shinning jersey
about a week ago, when i went to the city to visit my niece and to visit some friends I had a weird dream.
I was on my way to the bus station going to Tarlac. I was about to cross the road but my contact lenses caught some dirt. I could not see anything. I cried and desperately ask for help to passersby. Then a voice of a guy came to me and said "I'll help you". He guided me to the other side of the road. When we were finally acrossed, I took off my contact lenses and rubbed them clean just like what you would normally do with eyeglasses ( ofcourse in reality you cannot just do that or you'll have yourself blinded ). I wore the contaact lenses again and saw the guy who helped me cross the street.
He was a tall guy in red jersey. He was skinnedhead and fair skinned. Then he smiled at me and said "watched my game ok?" It was really weird because suddenly I was in front of Araneta Colisium. And a couple of guys wearing the same jersey passed in front of me. Then...... I woke up.
It was eight o'clock in the morning. It was my routine to collect my thoughts before getting up. Then, I remember what I just dreamt. The face of the guy in red jersey was also clear. I tried scanning my mind so that I would know where I met the guy. But unfortunately I could not remember. I knew that the guy couldnt be a product of my imagination, because all the things that are stored in the conscious and the subconscious have contact with reality. But i couldnt remember meeting that guy. I just shrug my shoulders and went on my day.
Last night, I dreamed the same dream again. The same scenario, but this time I was half conscious about the dream. When it came to the point that I was about to wake up when the bunch of guys in red jersey passed in front of me, I struggle for control not to loose the dream. But subconscious is much stronger than the conscious. The dream ended and I woke up. This time its already ten in the morning.
I didnt get out of bed. I was still lying, thinking where I met the guy in red jersey. I know that the red jersey was a product of my liking for the color red, but the guy..... I couldnt even remember where I saw him. My head was kinda aching so I decided to stop thinking about the dream. My psycho knowledge wasnt enough to give me the answers about that dream.
3:42 PM