I stopped blogging about my dreams before because I lost access to a readily available internet when I left my 2nd job in 2006. Fastforward to 2008, when I got internet at home, I've lost all motivations to write. I just wanted to curl up in my bed and watch Arashi all day -- and night.
But writers will always be writers. So when I decided to re-open my blogs, ++*Faeries and Demons*++ were one of them I had to visit.
So what has happened to me in my dream world so far? _______________________________________________________________
Recurring dreams of being back in school, flunking courses and failing to enroll in time. Old news, really. This will continue to recur until I finish my thesis conversion to short movies.
When I moved to my own solo-apartment, i started to experience being trapped in a dream. A loop, if you may say. Inception-like. But, this was in late 2006, in my apartment we fondly called Krown Karaoke. This is why I'm not an Inception fan. I'm a Nolan fan, I'm a JGL fan, I'm even a Leonardo de Caprio fan. But experiencing being trapped in a dream, isn't as cool as Inception makes it look like. It's actually scary.
Those kind of dreams stopped when I moved apartment units. Expenses were getting harsh as years go by, and sharing apartment was the next best thing. So I moved for that purpose.
It's been almost a year since I've moved. I thought, I've ridden myself of this Nth levels of dream within a dream. Yesterday, it came back. And it was the scariest as of yet. I swear I was awake already, my eye wide open. I can clearly see the image of Arashi posted on my wall, the whiteboard next to it, the laundry right beside my bed. But I could not move my arms, my feet or my body. The moment, I do, I realize, I'm still dreaming.
Usually, I move my pinky finger to wake me up. Usually, that alone works. But, this time, it wouldn't work. It took so much energy, but I tried moving my head. I thought I was going to break it. Two snaps, after two snaps, I knew I was truly awake. I stood up, tried to catch my breath as I was hyperventilating.
As always, there was a person there again. He or she was holding me down. What is this thing that keeps doing this to me.
I didn't want to go back to sleep after that. But by 3am, I had to go back to sleep in preparation for the day after. The thing did not come again. But, I did encounter my late Uncle Manny. Letting me out of a house asking me to run away. Eventually, the people from the house got out, too. I don't know who they were. But, with Unlce Manny's prodding, I joined them in their car to escape the town. I don't remember what I was running away from anymore or where I was.
I do remember, my Uncle Manny telling me to go away quickly.
