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.