The Chronicle of a Dream.

Dreamt on the night of the hottest day in 2007 (so far) - 4/17/2007:

. . .

It was nighttime. I was with this big, tall guy. For some reason, I called him "papa" (though he has absolutely no resemblance to my father, and I didn’t use the term in another sense, as in gay lingo). I also held his hand. Then we went into a "floating market" as in the one in Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere (which I was reading before I dozed off), and  the guy I was with bought a large pink beaded necklace by exchanging it for his own. Banter trade. Just like in Gaiman’s novel. Anyway, he then hung the necklace around my neck, and sure enough I felt awkward and uncomfortable, the way any girl would when I guy she doesn’t like (i.e., romantically) shows, er, affection. I called him "papa" after all. I was starting to feel sorry that I ever said that, when suddenly there’s a concert being held at the floating market. I never saw the stage or its performers, all I knew was that the music was so loud, I couldn’t hear my own voice. Then I started playing around and shouting randomly at people, when suddenly the settings changed. The large tall guy was gone, and so was the floating market and the concert. Suddenly I was in some sort of bar, sharing a table with, of all people, a classmate of mine during my 2nd year in college. She was pretty much drunk, I think (I wasn’t, though. hehe) She was asking me a lot of questions. After that there was again a change of scenario. I was then on some sort of "hunt," Amazing Race-style, with my high school batch mates. Also I was able to do these giant leaps, which seems to be my special ability whenever I’m in dreamland. I mean, I’ve found myself doing those kinds of leaps quite frequently already. Maybe someday I’ll finally learn how to fly.

. . .

End of stupid pointless dream. I wonder what my subconscious could be telling me this time? =_=

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