This particular dream I had just now is really... odd.
It began as a certain spy vs spy thing, with me and a very thin, old lady attempting to sneak to a holy altar the most sacred of holy waters - there were people trying to take the water away from me, and we had to do a bit of cloak-and-dagger secrecy to get the water to the altar without them realizing that we had the actual water. When I got the water there, two groups suddenly appeared out of nowhere -- some of them my high school batchmates -- trying to organize a mass... though the whole thing was so messed up, with many attendees jeering throughout the mass, I decided to take over.
This was when my late great grandmother -- who we called "Nanay" -- was wheelchaired in, guarded by several people in black. While I was thoroughly reprimanding the masses for not only their shameful acts towards the sacred mass, but also for scaring Nanay away, I unintentionally frightened Nanay considerably, who tried to maneuver her wheelchair as far away from me as possible. When I realized this, I came up to Nanay -- whose wheelchair suddenly dissappeared -- and tried to calm her down, telling her that I'm her grandson, and that there's nothing to be afraid...
... and while I was doing that, a sort of transfiguration happened, where Nanay became my daughter!
In spite of the transfiguration, I calmly helped Nanay to her wheelchair, which was situated outside the chapel, and with some of the guys guarding her helping me put her back into her wheelchair. The way I carried her around though, was really like how I carried my baby and aided her in her walk...
Anyway, while the guys in black finished prepping her for the mass, I teleported back onto the altar, calmly telling those who were there -- although by then a table found itself at the left of the altar, and a few batchmates of mine were playing cards and... drinking? -- that Nanay was my great grandmother of, 96 I think (she's definitely older than that though), and that we should really respect her presence here; if they really don't want to attend, then at least they shouldn't scare her away... for one, those in attendance can walk, except for her.
A wooden, somewhat rickety chair -- it felt like it was of Nanay's favorites, although it looked like one of those old mahogany(?) chairs in UP Diliman College of Education where I used to sit whenever I went there to my grandmother's office -- was brought in, next to the right side of the altar, and the guys in black guided Nanay to that seat. The table to the left of the altar disappeared, replaced by several of my relatives, including my grandmother who we call "Mama" (come to think of it, Mama was the one who lent me this blue Bible that I was to use for the mass, given that the guy who was doing the first reading read off some crazy stuff scribbled onto a notebook, although she was situated at the back row at the time, not at the left of the altar). Mama asked me what passage I was reading...
... and the passage I was about to read was replaced by flower garlands, of yellow and pink. Although I did read the top left page, and I saw the word "ADVENTS".
And then I woke up.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
More Dreams...
I had at least two dreams just now.
In the first dream, it was as if I was in a house as part of a group that was investigating hauntings in the area. Aside from the fact that one of the members of the group looked exactly like Dr. House (the other two reminded me of Holmes and Watson in the recent movie), and that there were (living) models of the various organisms in the game Fallout (particularly Brahmin) -- I'm assuming this is where my brain gets references from what is familiar to me -- it was as if the entire world was after the group. I was the last one they tried to take, with the mistress and master of the haunted house asking what I could do to stop them... which was when I began chanting what seems to be (messed up) Latin, gained the ability to dodge their attempts to grab me, and as I found the mountainside beginning to fill with corpses, was able to actually levitate and fly away, casting spells to prevent them from following me. And then I woke up...
... only to have a sort of continuation of the dream, if not a different dream altogether.
I landed in a school, which partially resembled the school I spent my high school days in, save for this wierd greenhouse garden where the professors ended up as they attempted to summon ghosts for their research. This was when they ended up an old peer of theirs, who apparently ended up in Hell since he literally melted the table under him. He easily popped out three gorgeous ladies wearing only tiger-skinned lingerie, who proceeded to taunt and play with three new arrivals. The scenery outside the greenhouse had changed, as if it was an abandoned section of San Francisco (it was underneath the Golden Gate Bridge, in a sort of port area... I'm guessing this is where my mind took reference to that Will Smith movie where he was the only person in Chicago...). The group of eight proceeded to the waters, where the new arrivals eventually ended up being imprisoned in their own bodies. Later on, a new group, headed by the guy who apparently summoned the succubi as well as the colleague in question, came up to some demon -- I'm guessing high-ranking devil, who was under contract to another human -- located in some sort of oil rig facility, and finished discussing the terms of contract for summoning those minor demons: he is to make them his whores, and that he'll make as much money as possible selling their bodies. Interestingly, he almost died -- can't say the same to some of his female companions -- because when he requested to get a bath, he was given an oil bath.
The dream continued on with a bit of actual sex in it, with the succubi and some other whores patrolling the streets. They didn't even care if they were having sex then and there -- no motel or hotel, not even time to undress -- although one particular succubus was apparently a chained soul herself, forced to be a succubus because of her contract. In the last part of the dream she sought out the other succubi and attacked, maybe destroyed them... I'm not sure, because I woke up a bit after the battle began.
[ Apparently the lesson is never deal with any devil, unless you're REALLY 100% sure of each and every corner case. For most people, that won't happen, so just don't deal with any devil. ]
In the first dream, it was as if I was in a house as part of a group that was investigating hauntings in the area. Aside from the fact that one of the members of the group looked exactly like Dr. House (the other two reminded me of Holmes and Watson in the recent movie), and that there were (living) models of the various organisms in the game Fallout (particularly Brahmin) -- I'm assuming this is where my brain gets references from what is familiar to me -- it was as if the entire world was after the group. I was the last one they tried to take, with the mistress and master of the haunted house asking what I could do to stop them... which was when I began chanting what seems to be (messed up) Latin, gained the ability to dodge their attempts to grab me, and as I found the mountainside beginning to fill with corpses, was able to actually levitate and fly away, casting spells to prevent them from following me. And then I woke up...
... only to have a sort of continuation of the dream, if not a different dream altogether.
I landed in a school, which partially resembled the school I spent my high school days in, save for this wierd greenhouse garden where the professors ended up as they attempted to summon ghosts for their research. This was when they ended up an old peer of theirs, who apparently ended up in Hell since he literally melted the table under him. He easily popped out three gorgeous ladies wearing only tiger-skinned lingerie, who proceeded to taunt and play with three new arrivals. The scenery outside the greenhouse had changed, as if it was an abandoned section of San Francisco (it was underneath the Golden Gate Bridge, in a sort of port area... I'm guessing this is where my mind took reference to that Will Smith movie where he was the only person in Chicago...). The group of eight proceeded to the waters, where the new arrivals eventually ended up being imprisoned in their own bodies. Later on, a new group, headed by the guy who apparently summoned the succubi as well as the colleague in question, came up to some demon -- I'm guessing high-ranking devil, who was under contract to another human -- located in some sort of oil rig facility, and finished discussing the terms of contract for summoning those minor demons: he is to make them his whores, and that he'll make as much money as possible selling their bodies. Interestingly, he almost died -- can't say the same to some of his female companions -- because when he requested to get a bath, he was given an oil bath.
The dream continued on with a bit of actual sex in it, with the succubi and some other whores patrolling the streets. They didn't even care if they were having sex then and there -- no motel or hotel, not even time to undress -- although one particular succubus was apparently a chained soul herself, forced to be a succubus because of her contract. In the last part of the dream she sought out the other succubi and attacked, maybe destroyed them... I'm not sure, because I woke up a bit after the battle began.
[ Apparently the lesson is never deal with any devil, unless you're REALLY 100% sure of each and every corner case. For most people, that won't happen, so just don't deal with any devil. ]
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
A Random Note
A high school batchmate of mine began posting a few YouTube videos of some old (80s) cartoons that were popular at the time, and it sort of became a bit of a quest myself to find some of the cartoons I used to watch myself. After finding them and watching a few episodes here and there, I looked upon myself and noted that I wasn't just feeling nostalgia for seeing all these old shows, I felt as if I was reconnecting to a missing part of myself.
I guess it's because of that time I got beaten up, that a part of my memories and consciousness seems very distant to seemingly nonexistent. I have difficulty remembering all but the most immediate of family and friends, and my life as of late has been more of remembering who I used to know, and what we used to do together, as well as trying to reaffirm the bonds that tie us together or forge new ones should those bonds not exist.
What worries me most, however, is the pain I am getting right in the middle of my forehead from time to time, which feels like something's pouring out of my head. I don't know what causes the sensation or what pours out of it or why it happens, but regardless, I'm going to make sure this doesn't get in the way of what I would consider as top priority: the caring and protection and development of my new family.
I guess it's because of that time I got beaten up, that a part of my memories and consciousness seems very distant to seemingly nonexistent. I have difficulty remembering all but the most immediate of family and friends, and my life as of late has been more of remembering who I used to know, and what we used to do together, as well as trying to reaffirm the bonds that tie us together or forge new ones should those bonds not exist.
What worries me most, however, is the pain I am getting right in the middle of my forehead from time to time, which feels like something's pouring out of my head. I don't know what causes the sensation or what pours out of it or why it happens, but regardless, I'm going to make sure this doesn't get in the way of what I would consider as top priority: the caring and protection and development of my new family.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
[Dream] The gates to the spirit realm?
[I just woke up from a dream so I'm trying to record what I still can before it's lost; it's a good practice for everyone, practitioner or not, since it lets you remember these dreams more often. ]
As my memories of the dream are fading, I frantically type this in the hopes of keeping what I could.
I found myself in what seemed to be an area strikingly similar to my own in reality, yet with everything bathed in darkness, white lines barely lining the outlines of each object, wall, vehicle and creature. I remember traveling with several creatures, at least one of whom was a fairy. In a street I knew had no jeepney route, there was a jeepney waiting... for us apparently.
We arrived at what seemed like a hospital of sorts - or perhaps a prison without fences, given the appearance of the "waiting room" we were in? - and there were few people sitting in various tables. All of us were waiting for something, but what exactly, I didn't know... perhaps none of us knew. After awhile I saw a young man, with a dead/dying dog. He gave a wonderfully long story about so many things - a story that, sadly, I can't recall right now, but it seemed like his own eulogy or parting speech, of sorts - and at the end of the whole thing, as he was leaving for the backstage which, for some reason, I knew was his path to the "other side", I actually asked him a favor: to greet certain people I somehow knew were already there [one of them would actually have the alias of a friend of mine who is still alive], and said that those four female individuals gathered 'near the Castle'.
What this whole thing means is a bit of a mystery to me...
As my memories of the dream are fading, I frantically type this in the hopes of keeping what I could.
I found myself in what seemed to be an area strikingly similar to my own in reality, yet with everything bathed in darkness, white lines barely lining the outlines of each object, wall, vehicle and creature. I remember traveling with several creatures, at least one of whom was a fairy. In a street I knew had no jeepney route, there was a jeepney waiting... for us apparently.
We arrived at what seemed like a hospital of sorts - or perhaps a prison without fences, given the appearance of the "waiting room" we were in? - and there were few people sitting in various tables. All of us were waiting for something, but what exactly, I didn't know... perhaps none of us knew. After awhile I saw a young man, with a dead/dying dog. He gave a wonderfully long story about so many things - a story that, sadly, I can't recall right now, but it seemed like his own eulogy or parting speech, of sorts - and at the end of the whole thing, as he was leaving for the backstage which, for some reason, I knew was his path to the "other side", I actually asked him a favor: to greet certain people I somehow knew were already there [one of them would actually have the alias of a friend of mine who is still alive], and said that those four female individuals gathered 'near the Castle'.
What this whole thing means is a bit of a mystery to me...
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