Reliving my 02-10-12 Vivid Dream

i dream i am touring India with friends. i am about to tweet how nice India is via my mobile phone when a very huge and scaly crocodile is in the pursuit to me. it doesn't attack any person on the way. it doesn't attack me either. the big thing come to me i think it is gonna eat me, and i am surprisingly unafraid....

REALITY: then i wake up from the sound of my fathers car horn!

i go back to sleep and the dream continues.

i am still traveling but no longer in India but elsewhere i don't recognize. i am with my friends and this supposed [my] family whose faces i do not recognize in the real world. in the dream, my family are a family of witches.

i am preparing my things for our departure possibly back home, and later my [male] witch cousin [or uncle] come to carry my things via his magic to the bus where the rest of my friends and family are waiting. inside the bus my friends are taking weed. i was gonna take the weed but there is a change in scenario.

this time i in a cemetry with my family performing a ritual of sort i think was going to instill fear to few people coming our way. and the spell was a success only to realize that our target isn't afraid and she already knew who and what we are. she cusses us, and one of my [aunts] is scared to death of the cursing that she bleeds her toes to the surface of the glass wall. her toes don't look like toes but fingers [bleeding fingerlike-toes]. at the sight of a bag given by the cussing woman, my [aunt] opens it.....

REALITY: and i wake up from the dream at the sound of my father's voice!

what a bummer! i say to my self.

my dreams are so vivid and exciting i don't wanna wake up anymore from these chances of an adventurous undertaking.

Call Me Rahl

i was obsess with my name. i thought i had the most unique name because there is nobody in the world or at least in the Phil that i know of with my name. but right now i feel like i am no longer identifying with the name. the name's associated with my past i wanna forego, and maybe by assuming another name means new life, new identity, new aspiration, and whatnot. besides, i am still Christine. i love my second name better than the first anyway. the first name only reminds me of the nursery rhyme Jack and Jill. together, they only remind me of pain, loss, hate, and that 'bang and the clatter' as in the song Faraway (So Close) by U2. Christine, on the other hand, reminds me of the angel with white wings and Rahl is the hero. i wanna be the hero not just in my fantasy story but in my physical world as well. it's not that i'm regressing to my childhood fantasies, i'm just a looking at things the way i want to look at them---that is in a more creative way. besides, i still dream of being a fiction writer and be able to have my book published someday. so, judge me all you want, analyze my behavior, read my mind. the hell do i care! don't forget i'm a psychology major my self. i know exactly why i am the way i am. so please, back off and call me Rahl.

self inquiry 101, motorcycle accidents and whatnot

There’s been a motorcycle accident in Pardo. A man is lying uncounscious with a helmet still on, his back on the ground and a woman is bleeding on the forehead. My mom freaked out but i feel nothing, Not that my reaction matters or that i am expected to respond the same way. I know nothing of them in the first place. But the thing is, they could be anyone i know, care about and love. A little sympathy ain’t that big a thing not to be given but there’s just nothing here. Am i becoming numb or indifferent each passing day? I hope not.

Then while still inside the jeepney and alraedy in Lipata, Minglanilla, there was an ambulance accelerating in the other side of the highway, siren buzzing and echoing through the hollow of the night. There must have been another accident, and it wasn't even long minutes passed when we saw it. Two motorcycle lie engine-dead on the ground on opposing directions horizontal the centerline.

Accidents.

People and injuries.

Possibly death.

And I didn't care..