Milwaukee Dream — of Being a Scholastican (again)
WTH?
It is my second night in Milwaukee and my second dream in a Scholastican uniform. Now there is nothing wrong with being dressed in my highschool uniform, but I’m strangely curious as to why I’ve been dreaming dreams sleeping on my nephews bed when I’ve been dreamless for months, a year, almost.
The night before, my dream was about driving around in a car with someone and stopping by SM, and getting scammed by some ASsumptionistas. I got tirador-ed by one with a burning (acid?) pellet a few feet away. I had thought about plastic surgery when i saw the wound.
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Last night’s dream was about a myriad of things. Mostly I was back in school– it felt like the age of college, also Lap and Miguel were back/coming back and arranging for something, but not a wedding. In a way, i took it to myself to organize something for my dear friends, which was easy because our common classmates were in my class. And it had something to do with gathering things for Lap and Miguel before they headed back to where they were abroad (it wasn’t clear if it was HK, as in real life, or somewhere else). I remember forgetting to give Lap a present someone handed me, but that Miguel took a tube of nude lipstick from my bag and tried it and said “does it look g*y?”
I tell him, “Surprisingly, it does not.”
Then the last people in that room were me, Ines Templo AND Dennis Tojos! This was perfectly normal in my dream except Ines and Dennis were a couple for a while in college, and ines was from st scho, a year higher, BUT it is an all girls school so seeing a guy there was odd. AND for some reason, I wanted to throw them alone together, moving to the end of the room to give them more privacy to… patch things up? In real life, IT & DT have split and Tojos is already married with kids.
After leaving that hallway (and gathering my books, and whining about how difficult [going back to] school is), I cross a quadrangle, where i see Aggie Moldez (HS barkada) shopping at a SEPHORA , and also Tita Veekee, who is scouring all the fancy boutiques in the quad. I stop to talk to them, by then Aggie had turned into Denise Richards or a very young Brooke Shields. Then I offer them a lick of my popsie, or ice cream, or corn. Brooke Shields sucks it like porn star but THEN I SAW THE MAIN ROCK OF MY ENGAGEMENT RING MISSING! ***PANIC****
So i run off & try to backtrack, but also remembering i crossed hallways, and even went thru an elevator. I go in an elevator and find something glittering. but upon closer inspection — it did not fit.
It wasn’t even real.
I look at the elevator floor (amidst feet and shoes, as it was very busy) and there were a few more stones but they were all fake.
Finally i get off a quad where several girls were on on fours. i thought someone had found out about my rock, but one girl mumbles, “I’m not usually this desperate, or even lesbian — but i like to believe in fate and destiny”
Meaning these girls are actually looking for a real stone in a sea of fake diamonds that someone had strewn around as a prank a long time ago. That these girls are believing in this new legend, and that finding the real diamond among fakes will signify that they will find their true love. How funny that today was someone’s lucky day — someone might find my real diamond! I get down on my own hands and knees and figured, ‘if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em’.
