I scrambled into a waiting room full of hopeful actors. A friendly face looked up and waved me over to an empty seat next to him. “So, when are you going up?” I asked. “Soon,” he said. A few steps away, a glass door swung open. A lady with a clipboard called out a name, and my friend stood up. “Break a leg!” I called up at him as he walked by. He gave me a thumbs-up as he crossed in front of the clipboard lady. The lady followed his line of sight to me, then looked down at her...
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If you’ve been around this blog long enough, you know about me and my vivid dreams. Just take a look at my DreamBoat entries. Or the one about my imaginary pet pig named Mike. Last week, I’ve just finished the Hunger Games trilogy and Top Shot wrapped up. I also started watching reruns of Law & Order: SVU because, well, what else is there to watch for an unemployed? The latest edition of Orange Coast Magazine talking about road trips is currently in the bathroom. And now with Osama bin Laden freshly killed, everything got rolled into a mad dream....
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The sun was taking a dip in the vast teal water. On the white sandy beach, around a bonfire, along the Tiki torches, there was dancing, laughing, and drum beats. Music of Latin flavor; colors of the Caribbean. I was dancing on the sand in a white cotton summer dress. A cool drink in my hands perspiring. Around me, friends of all different colors in even more colorful clothing chatting, eating, clapping, singing. We were celebrating the sunset. I plunked my giddy self down on the sand next to my best friend whose adventure I was privileged to be a...
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I had a dream a few nights ago that I was back in school at Mater Dei. Having heard Aurora talked about burning her hand on chemistry set back in high school at dinner time, in the dream, I ended up back in a chemistry lab. My lab partner is one of my school friends but she is for some reason in a wheel chair and for that I have to help her with her lab stuff. We were supposed to be measuring water into this beaker. She kept telling me I was doing it wrong, that was too much...
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What a night. That was probably the most intense, vivid dream I’ve ever had in a very long time. It started with the dream within a dream. I was dreaming that I was having nightmares. I kept waking up into a dream about me sleeping, and not really waking up. I don’t remember the nightmare inside the dream but it wasn’t pleasant. I finally woke up from that and drifted in to an even more bizarre dream…and quite an awesome movie plot, if I may add. Brandon and I were visiting a historical village somewhere. A bunch of seemingly inept...
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What I wrote to my brothers: I dreamed a lot last night. But one of the last thing was that I was home for Onk’s wedding. Don’t laugh. Who am I kidding. Laugh away! That’s the gist of the dream because it was all quite a bit mumbo jumbo. Something including the fact that dad’s was the only working shower in the house, that Ake still lives in his room and I am in mine, that we have a hot tub in the backyard (where I ended up having to take a bath in because daddy was STILL in the...
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