20th of December 2016 10am
Dream Record

     It was raining. I was in a typical oriental rural area where houses would only go as tall as two-storeys. I was in the middle of an asphalt pavement with a a width of  about 2 meters. There were a couple of passersby scurrying about. I can't see my body but I feel like I was standing. I can feel my clothes getting soaked but I didn't care. I beagan to walk. Right ahead, under a shed, I can see someone who looks unmistakably like Daniel Craig with that blonde hair and chiseled features, complete with that sharp stare that feels like if you are on the receiving end for several seconds, you'd be incinerated. It feels like an event flag right there, like there would be some sort of trouble if I get close, so I thought "I don't need any of that right now, so I'll pass". I passed right by him and just when I was about arrive to an intersection, I saw Rory McCann with that wavy long hair and beard complete with that grumpy look pass by me from the left side of the intersection carrying a large green belt over his left shoulder very similar to a wrestling entertainment/boxing belt. He was also without an upper garment. I thought that he looks pretty bad ass. And before I knew it, I was heading the same way Rory was going which was the way I came from. I was also without upper clothing and held a large green belt over my left shoulder. My vantage point was also higher than usual and I am unable to locate Rory around. It might be that my consciousness took over his body but I can't be certain since I can't see my face. I continued walking and found a road to my left going downhill and I followed that road for no particular reason. It was no longer raining. I stopped walking for a bit when I reached the bottom of the hill to survey my surroundings. The side of the road was filled with mango trees and other trees associated to tropical rain forests. Then, a yellow school bus that came from behind, stopped beside me. It was full of children with faces full of awe and admiration.

-finished recording 10:27am

May 4:09am
Dream Record 08

     I was a student in a classroom. The bell for recess rang so I ran out of the room and went down the curved staircase. Then I saw you eat with a couple of people over a round table with chairs for ten. I trotted by towards a vendor nearby thinking that I'd join you after buying food. The vendor was surrounded by several customers and was squatting on a piece of pink/yellow cloth where there were all kinds of items. I quickly pointed to a box of milk and. (WTF was a box of milk doing there? I had no idea) When I turned around, you weren't at the table anymore.
     Next scene, there was a street performance
Then I saw you talking with your guy friends with cheerful familiarity. I saw you right away, even within the crownd you're in. There is probably noone in the world with your hairstyle and body figure to match. You were wearing your CDU(Cebu Doctor's College) uniform(Grey skirt that ends two inches from the knees with neon pink collared polo shirt). You looked the perfect model for it. I came to you who were smiling and joined in on the conversation.

-finished recording 4:15am

16th March 2012 12:00noon
Dream Record 07

     I and Sai were in a friend's wedding and we(guests) were watching a film. Then suddenly we were in the back of the USC(University of San Carlos) retreat house at the top of a mountain, sitting over the short wall, over-looking the city. And just like in the wedding, everybody felt familiar but I can hardly even remember anyone, save two: Chris and Mel, who were talking, laughing and having a good time. Then suddenly, I was opening a gate made of interlinked wire and walked on an asphalt road 1.5 meters wide with greenery/ shrubs and trees on both sides. It looked beautiful and serene. The I entered a compound with a big beige house with a dark green roof. The house had a decent design and gives an air of solitude and serenity. It is exactly how I would describe Sai.
   
-finished recording 12:25pm

24th January 2012 9:52am
Dream Record 06

     I was at pawnshop, busy writing in a piece of paper. I don't remember if it was for sending or receiving money. The next thing I knew, I was talking to Ren. I can't remember if she was standing or sitting. What I do remember islooking at her pretty face while talking and smiling like nothing in the world matters. How did it go from sitting in a pawnshop to talking to her(no longer in a pawnshop), it didn't even matter anymore.

-finished recording 10:00am

13th of August 2011 9:08am
Dream Record 05

     In a very tall building. In a classroom, it seems  that I've known a couple of people in there. I was going to take some kind of examination, so I took out my bag, which is shaped like a rectangle. A bag that is usually owned by elementary students(filled full of books for the entire day). And I took out my bag, took out my books and read through physics, math, science, and english. It made me wonder what kind of test I'm going to be taking. Then I called out to a girl with a thin frame and dark skin with a face that greatly resembles Ren and I asked her "asa si Loren?" (where's Loren?). "Naa sa pikas"(she's in the other room), she said. And I felt like I knew exactly where Ren is. Which is really weird because I could've sworn that the girl was a younger version of Ren.

-finished recording 9:18am

13th of August 2011 9:08am
Dream Record 04

     In a very tall building. In a classroom, it seems  that I've known a couple of people in there. I was going to take some kind of examination, so I took out my bag, which is shaped like a rectangle. A bag that is usually owned by elementary students(filled full of books for the entire day). And I took out my bag, took out my books and read through physics, math, science, and english. It made me wonder what kind of test I'm going to be taking. Then I called out to a girl with a thin frame and dark skin with a face that greatly resembles Ren and I asked her "asa si Loren?" (where's Loren?). "Naa sa pikas"(she's in the other room), she said. And I felt like I knew exactly where Ren is. Which is really weird because I could've sworn that the girl was a younger version of Ren.

-finished recording 9:18am

28th July 2011 9:20am (recording started at this time)
Dream Record 03

     The setting was a mix of typical Western urban and Eastern (Chinese) sub-urban areas. It felt like watching a movie because I saw no sign of my avatar. And like the rest of my dreams, I forgot most of it. It felt like a love story of a blonde 20-year-old guy and chinita (a chinese-looking girl). The blonde was driving a stylish car and stopped his car in front of a store/ warehouse. He got out of his car to ask the chinita for something. Maybe the blonde was asking for directions. The girl grabbed two handfuls of steamed peanuts and replied to the blonde, then she ran inside the store/warehouse like she was in a hurry,  but before she ran, she offered him what she had in hand. "Oh. Thanks but no thanks", he said and smiled like Sean William Scott. She smiled and dashed  into the store. He paused a moment and thought "she must be the prettiest girl I've seen".
     The next scene I saw was that he was at a gym wearing the same blue T-shirt  he was wearing earlier and talking to another guy, who felt like his best friend about the girl that never left his thoughts.
     Meanwhile, the girl was passing by a room without a 4th wall (like in some sitcoms), and the floor is covered with coins of varying colors and sizes. There were middle-aged women sitting around a table and it seems like they were playing a game where you gamble and guess about the life of any player in the room. And it feels like one particular woman among them owned the store/warehouse  that the chinita entered. The girl thought how nice it must be to be rich and gamble without having worries financially.
     Then there was a miniature map with lots of hills like Bohol and one in particular had a greyish color on top. I was curious so I zoomed into the place and saw myself in a park filled with rocks with near-rectangular shapes.
     Then the scene changed and I saw a resto bar in front of me and sat myself at a white-painted round metal table for three outside the bar overlooking the Chocolate Hills of Bohol. Only a couple of people were there. And then you, Ren appeared behind me, sitting a foot away from the shade (there was an umbrella at the center of every table outside the bar). You started a small talk, . I did not make a move toward you because I feared you might run away again like the deer you are. Before our conversation could get any deeper, I bid you to come closer. Away from the sunlight and into the shade fully and share the same umbrella at my table as polite as I dared.

How often do you dream?
How often do you remember a dream?
How often do you remember a dream with someone you like in it?
How often do you remember three dreams in two consecutive days with someone you like?
What are the odds of that?

-finished recording at 10:58 am

Note:

     I know the arrangement is messed up. This is, after all, a recording of a dream. This was recorded as I remembered it. And dreams don't have to make sense. ^__^

27th July 2011 7:43 am
Dream Record 02

     Another dream and I have forgotten most of it. What I do remember is that I was in a room as big as a 50-chairs classroom with cemented walls, with a rough surface and with no paint. There were two Queen-sized metal, blue-painted double-decked bed, much like what I have now. The strangest thing is that the room felt as cozy as my own room. My older brother was there on the bed on the east side of the room. We were having a conversation that I don't remember. Then I leaped to(my bed) the bed at the top and changed to a side-lying position to my right. I felt something under my foot. Warm and cylindrical. As I continued to feel with my foot with wonder, I felt a kick on the said foot.
     Wearing dark-blue jeans folded until just below the knees and a black shirt. Surprised, I turned to see you on the other side of the bed glaring at me with pursed lips, looking annoyed that I groped your leg with my foot. No matter what face she makes, she always looks pretty.
     I tried to stand up to retaliate playfully but I was greeted with a flying pillow to the face. I fell to the ground but landed on my feet. I leaped to my bed using my signature move where I leap to wards my bed then grab on the edge of the bed, spin my body to face the ceiling, then land on my back. By the time I landed, you were already on your feet and on the defensive with a pillow to your chest, complete with a tongue sticking out and eyes crossed. As I tried to stand, Camille was there standing by my feet. (Camille was the niece of Ren and was about 7 years old at the time). A pillow was already flying towards her head when I noticed what looks like my wallet on her pocket. As she was hit by the pillow, I took the wallet without her knowing and as I looked closer, the wallet change form and no longer looks like my wallet, so I put it back in her pocket. She was still recovering from the hit when she turned to me with a "what?" look on her face as if I was poking her.

-Finished recording at 8:29 am

This is a record of a dream I had and I felt that I had to keep track of my dream.

27th July 2011 3:28 am
It was the same neighborhood.
The sky was getting dark but the streetlight in front of my house still did not light up.
And then a dump truck appeared in front of me, in front of our gate.
It did not surprise me.
It just made me wonder what it was doing there.
I poked at it.
I traced an imaginary line at the back of the dump truck.
I began to climb it.
When I reached the top(the truck was filled with sand), I looked at our compound and saw that it had a great view over our compound.
I saw Joey coming closer wearing grey shorts and a black T-shirt.
I called to him as I have always called him, "Joy!"
We had a small talk then he went his way afterwards.
I think we were talking about music.
He has not gone far when I saw you getting closer.
Suddenly the street light lit up and it did not surprise me.
It did not surprise me because all of my attention was focused on you.
It's like the street light lit up for me to be able to see your face clearly.
I was looking at you.
I was looking at you like I was watching an edited film.
The scene changed in an instant, everything was moving in slow-motion.
You looked just the same, with your slender hips and distinctly larger than normal breasts.
You were wearing a red printed T-Shirt with a darker color on the sleeves.
Maybe dark blue or dark green.
"Ren!", I called to you.
"Mm?", stingy with words as always.
Out of nowhere, a TV appeared before you and you just ignored it(You were not surprised at all about the TV and surprisingly, nor was I, especially when it turned itself on) and was about to go your way but I mentioned something (I don't remember what exactly).
You faced me, I got the ground with a leap and went closer to the TV with you.
We were having a conversation and watching the drama TV (I can't remember what the drama was about).
Then I tried to push the power button but I couldn't push it.
There seems to be an invisible barrier over the power button.
I concentrated and poked over the button over and over again and I thought "if I couldn't push this button, then this must be a dream".
So I concentrated on poking on the button.
Then I woke up on our small couch with my index finger pointing at the back of the sofa.

-finished writing at 4:04am

If you thought there was a point to this other than just a record of a dream, then you are mistaken. ^_^

I have recorded more or less five more dreams of mine (I had a big notebook nearby) and I plan on recording more dreams if I am able to remember them.

This is an attempt at making a poem several years ago (11th of November 2010) and I think that I should at least keep a record  of it somewhere in the web.

A letter to the bear.

Hey bear, I think I like you.
I've seen hundreds of beauties out there like you
and a hundred more who are even more beautiful.
But even so, I only ever think of you,
convincing me even more that I like you.
It is easy for me to talk to beauties, save one.
Every time I see a beauty,
my mind sends me an image
Of your visage.
Of your pretty face,
Of  your twisted lips,
with that tongue sticking out teasingly.
Then I suddenly had an epiphany,
Like a faithful having seen his deity,
It hit me to ask you directly
Let's you and I grab a coffee,
First cup's on me.