New skin.
Obviously.
New post.
Upcoming.
Right. Soon as I decide what to post.
I didn't run out of things to write. I've entered that phase of whether not to write about certain things that happened.
Sometimes it's so right to just keep those memories really deep inside you.
...
It was my mom's birthday last week. And guess what? I forgot.
I was already there with her. Hoot was on the phone, she shouted to my dad.
Alright, I thought. It's one of those long distance calls from Milwaukee. He's probably sending some stuff through a balikbayan friend.
Well, not exactly true.
Enter memory lose.
I think I just slept through her birthday and only realized what I missed when special gurl told me about it... 24 hours later.
So I quickly picked up my mobile phone, called her up and said the usual greeting with a tiny dorky apology.
(Kung sino pa ung nasa malayo, on the dot kung bumati.)
I still haven't sent her a gift.
Pero sigurado naman na anytime she wants to visit her fave salon for whatever mommy stuff, it's going to be on me.
* * *
Monday , I dreamt of a gurl who called herself Abby.
She looked like... No. Let me rephrase that.
She was exactly the gurl I've always had a big crush on. It was weird (dreams are supposed to be, anyway) because in real time her name isn't Abby. Even the subconscious makes a mistake. Her name does begin with the same letter, though.
In that dream, she was a cousin of the neighbor who lives across.
From our own car ports, we would look at each other from afar - alternately. When she wasn't looking, I'd spy on her. And when I wasn't, she'd do the same thing.
In that dream, I had the boldness to approach her. When she left her house, I followed her.
Then suddenly, Mr. Subconscious decided to change the setting. Instead of walking on the street, we were suddenly leaving the hallway of a condo.
I caught her in time to open the door for her. Abby looked surprised to see that it was me. When she smiled, I said, "Hi." She said the same thing.
W: I didn't realize you live across me.
A: I moved in recently. But it's only temporary.
W: What's your name?
A: Abby.
W: I'm...
A: W. I know.
W: You do. Wow. Would you like to go out with me? Not today if you can't. Maybe...
A: Yes.
We were now walking on the street. And she just missed her bus. So instead of waiting for the next ride, she decided to walk it until the next bus comes along.
W: Was that your bus?
A: Yes.
W: Oh, you missed it.
A: It's okay.
W: You don't mind if I walk with you?
A: No.
W: Abby?
A: Yes, W?
W: I'm glad to know that you're staying with your cousin. (Right. This is a dialogue that can only happen in a dream.)
A bus appeared from behind us.
W: Is this your ride?
A: Yes.
Funny thing was that after she boarded the bus, I started to wonder where I was. All that pursuit made me an instant pedestrian.
Lost without her? Corny.
Next time I have the same dream, I'm going to get in my car and drive Abby to wherever.
I should remember this before sleeping.
* * *
kids should know that...
Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening (1944) is a surrealist painting by Salvador Dali. In 1962, Dali said his painting was intended "to express for the first time in images Freud's discovery of the typical dream with a lengthy narrative, the consequence of the instantaneousness of a chance event which causes the sleeper to wake up. Thus, as a bar might fall on the neck of a sleeping person, causing them to wake up and for a long dream to end with the guillotine blade falling on them, the noise of the bee here provokes the sensation of the sting which will awaken Gala." (
wikipedia)
