Here It Goes Again

I woke up today from a dream both weird and frustrating. It was like every other dream; lapsed, sojourns, afloat and frustrating. Like every other dream, we remember it in bits and pieces. And like every other dream, we know that it's only a part of this long dream but somehow we couldn't remember the whole reel. It was monochromatic in shades of blue. I remember having had the feeling of accomplishment, and of ownership of something special, with some of my friends around here in the house. Then I left it where my friends were and I remembered going upstairs to get something. But as I was just ascending from the stairs, friends shouted at me a name of a friend I couldn't remember. You know in dreams when you don't know the faces of the people in it but you know the role they play in there, like you could have your parents there but not the ones you have in reality. So I turned and saw him running out of the house clinging to my special thing around his arms close to his chest. I jumped on him from the back, caught him, fumbled and frustratingly asked what the hell's wrong with him thinking he was my friend. He just stared on the floor still clinging to the special thing. By this time, I had a closer glimpse of it. I was on first person btw. The thing consists of three glass balls connected to each other, slightly larger than ping pong balls. It is somehow frosted or it has smoke inside. What struck me the most was the beauty of each ball having three colors inside, or one for each ball, I can hardly remember albeit the awe I was feeling upon the sight. Red, blue and yellow, moving, afloat each ball. It was the only thing in my dream that wasn't monochromatic. And the thing itself seem to glide in air when he handed it back to me. I stood from the floor and got it back inside my bag. I can't seem to remember why I keep on leaving the thing to get something and whenever I ascend the stairs my friends shout and he keeps on sneaking the thing away. The second time I caught him still but farther now. He was almost at the gate. Third time I lost him outside and ask my friends to help me find him. I think I did find him but I keep on losing the thing, and he keeps on getting it and sneaking it away. I was so afraid everytime I lose the thing that I won't be able to get it back. And each time, the feeling, the sense of loss keeps on exponentiating. Until I woke up.

The meaning I won't delve. I try to give up on foreseeing things. I try to live in the present. But of course, from experience, dreams are very crucial and substantial to the conscious world for it came from the other side, a message both revealing and yet, irrevocably puzzling and mystic to interpret. But I am curious of the interpretations.

So in short, I was late for school. I put on the laundry and asked my grandmother for a favor and put on the next batch after. I got to school and power napped at around 3.

I came home and watched a couple of horror flicks. (And you're asking why all this?!) I was craving for something salty so I ate a bag of chips and alas, MSG allergy. My stomach seems...spacey.

I would be jogging tomorrow morning, and planning to spend some time in the park. Please no more dreams like that, I need to get up early.