First things first: I debated about putting this dream in my blog and I thought, what the hell, this is my blog, right? I shouldn't have to censure myself about what I want to write here as long as it's not violating the statutes of the blog service, right?

So here goes...

I was in a dark room and there was a square light with images, so I'm pretty sure I was watching television. It was an animation, erh clay animation?? and maybe it was stop animation?? the figures were well defined so I know they were humans, kinda like that kiddie show about penguins, erh, Pingu in cartoon network?? yeah, like that material but heaven forbid should my dream be classified as for kids... @__@;;

Anyway, it was a couple's engagement party at a bar. Of course, people got drunk ^_^; The couple got carried out of the bar by a human chain and they got separated. The bar owner was the girl's father and he said that he was going to offer his daughter to the friar first before she got married, for good luck.

Next thing I know, they're in the friar's kitchen of all places and the girl is on her hands and knees and the friar is behind her, looking ecstatic as he took her there on the floor. The father and the lot of males who made up the human chain who took her from the bar were watching. Then the father goes, as soon as the good friar is done with her, you can have her.

You can imagine what happened after that statement but thankfully, the 'channel,' as it were, was changed.

It was an old movie based on the texture of the film on screen and a young Elizabeth Taylor was in it. It was night and the place was by a lighted bridge. She was talking on a cell phone, to a client, and she was saying that she was going to win the case for sure. Her boss was with her, the actress who plays the First Lady in the series The West Wing, forgot her name. And the boss goes, you what?! I want to get paid properly for once.

Then the television got turned off and it was dark in the room. There was a bit of illumination (moonlight) by the tall windows and I was talking about vampires with who I know to be Val Kilmer who was in this dream, Bruce Wayne aka Batman.

Note: I've always like Val Kilmer as Batman ^__^

Anyway, Bruce was painting something as we chatted about vampires and we both knew there was one loose in the house. But we weren't bothered about it. I was behind him, watching as he painted, when he blended into the shadows beside him. I knew to take up his position just as another male figure came out of the shadows just inside the door in front of us. And this guy I know to be a vampire, and it was this actor guy who for the life of me I can't recall his name but I have an image of his face in my head but the one thing I remember about this guy was that he has a raspy voice. I swear I've seen him before but I can't recall which movie! argh

So Bruce reappeared beside me and chatted the man up as he continued painting. I'm the one in the background now, watching the two men talk as if they were the best of friends when one of them is a vampire intent on drinking our blood and the other is a crime fighting super detective hero.

Change scene

Bruce and I were walking down the hallway when we're met with an unconscious red-haired guy floating on his back. We stepped to the side and let him pass and the body went through the door. We both knew this was the vampire guy's doing but as usual, there was no proof and only circumstantial evidence, which isn't as good as actual evidence as everyone knows...

I looked at Bruce and go, I don't know when he's going to change, refering to the floating guy.

We followed the body and came to the end of another hall where the body went inside a room. The door's open so we glanced in. Vampire guy was there hovering over the floating guy. Bruce got a digital camera from his pocket and every now and then would take pictures of what the guy is doing.

Bruce goes calmly, he'll change in one and a half hours, even as he's taking pictures of the vampire siring another vampire.

He made a notation in his notebook but I could see his pen had run out of ink so I offered mine. After he was done with signing his name at the bottom, he made a weird notation at the bottom right hand of the paper, to the right of his name. The most that I could call it is some sort of geometric stenography. It was all a series of lines, horizontal and vertical and diagonal, all connected and it made sense! And he did the same with my notebook.

Next thing I know we're at an upper balcony, a few feet from the ledge, and he asked for my shoes (black mary janes). Naive me, I gave them to him and he threw one out the balcony. I guess I could say I panicked so I held out my hand and I summoned it back with a bit of wandless magic, Accio.

He shook his head but he was grinning, the bastard, even while asking me if I trusted him. I took a bit before replying, yes. So he goes, then throw it out and it'll return to you without magic. He could have said 'I promise' or something like that but that could just be wishful thinking on my part.

I looked askance as him before doing as he bid (wah! goodbye mary jane shoes!). I threw one of the shoes and after a few seconds, a knee high brown leather boot comes floating back to me.
I glanced at him and said without blinking, 'I can't wear that.' And he just chuckles. *grumble*

Camera pan out

We're at the top of this wide, wide, wide staircase and one landing below us were the guys of BLUE!!! (wai! Duncan!!)

Soon enough we were tossing shoes at each other, but our aims were all terrible and more than a bit off coz I think we were either taking it too seriously or we were laughing too much to focus. Bruce was off to one side, just watching us and tossing the occasional shoe back at us. It was kind of unfair, it was just me against the four guys and my supposed teammate was not helping at all! Bruce was also making notes on his notebook, and for every shoe that I threw that the guys didn't catch, a different shoe came back from the same direction.

I had a plastic slipper in my hands and I threw it to Duncan. Since my arm was terrible, instead of the gentle arc I was going for, it shot at him in a downward trajectory like a bullet. I look at Bruce, 'Didja see that?!' and I was quite proud of it, especially since Duncan had caught it and had tossed it back to me.

But the buckle was broken so I tried to fix it and when I couldn't I took it to Bruce. He put it back together and told me to lower it down below carefully. He put it on the ledge and I placed my hand over it. After a wiggle or two it was floating up in the air and I guided it down to the ground, where my goddaughter's mother was with two other friends and all of them were on the cell phones.

I told them to be careful of the buckle coz it was a bit loose. They smile absent-mindedly up at me and they go back to their phone conversations. Bruce and I go back to the guys and the shoe tossing.

Then I woke up.


Crikey, Batman and Blue? I know I like the guys but in one dream with a vampire? hehehe freaky funny. And what about that friar action in the kitchen floor? Sheesh, wonder what my shrink would make of this... if I ever tell a shrink this. He'd/She'd probably go all Freudian and all hehehe

Let's try to make sense of where this all came from then...

The clay-stop-whatever it is animation thingie... I sometimes catch a few scenes of that pingu cartoon in cartoon network.

The friar... according to (historical) accounts when the country was under colonial rule, it wasn't unheard of for friars to have young women over at their residence for 'special dispensation' or whatever it was that it was called then to make it a legitimate visit. Thus a sudden increase in fair-skinned children, or so it was according to (historical) accounts.

Vampires... erh, I'm fascinated with them.

Val Kilmer as Bruce Wayne aka Batman... see note above.

Batman... I like Batman.

Blue... I like Blue, especially Duncan ^___^

The shoes... I like shoes but I can't really wear the high-heeled stuff. That boot was definitely something that I could wear since it wasn't that high and it looked comfy.

The balcony where Bruce told me to throw my black mary jane shoe... that was actually the third floor of my high school building. It was where I used to hang out with my friends as we waited for our school service to arrive. And the end of the hallways were always the place to have secret meetings and stuff.

Magic... two words: Harry Potter. 'nuff said.


By the way, I've got interesting news. My hair's falling off. If you remember Elizabeth from Survivor Outback? Yeah, like that. I mean, it's pretty normal to have falling hair but at the rate that it's happening to me? I don't think so. It's like everytime I run my fingers through my hair, three or four pieces would come away with my fingers. And when I brush my hair, hah! There's always a lot of them tangled up in the bristles.

It's scary.

Now it could be because that I don't get enough nutrients in for my hair but it's not like I was eating healthy back in college... well, relatively healthy anyway. And this just occured about a month after my haircut. I could be reaching for an explanation, but that girl who cut my hair, she kept repeating, 'Don't forget about me when you want to get your hair trimmed.' or something like that. Always the 'Don't forget me.' I don't know how many times she said it.

Gah...

Superstitious nonsense but what if she cursed me or something?! I could be losing my hair because she put a spell on me so I would go to her monthly for a trim!

*calming down*

If she did, then the rule of three should apply to her. What evil or bad thing you did to others will come back to you, times three. She ought to be bald by now, or out of work. Whichever comes first is fine with me.

Now if I could only remember the incantation to trigger it...

My hair used to be thick... The first time that it thinned was in college when I used that herbal essences shampoo but I recovered from it when I switched to a different shampoo... And now it's like this.

Lovely.

And in case it's not understood, that was sarcasm.


Why in the world am I so concerned now about what people would say? It used to be that I could go "none of your business" to people who want to get catty.

Oh yeah, this ought to be funny.

So about two months ago, my brother and I went to this meeting thingie with parents and siblings (aka blood-kin) of priests. More or less we were encouraged to be more involved in the priests' lives and one way to do that was to form up per vicariate to have meetings and what nots.

I was like, cool, that'd be nice, so sure I was game for it. It was something to do anyway.
So I met up with the couple who was the supposed leader of the group in our vicariate (for the life of me I can't remember what vicariate I am ^__^;;) at an ordination somewhere. She was nice and all, but the one thing that bothered me was that she was part of this other group which included parents and promoters/sponsors of priests. And the "lady" who was head of it was too bossy for sure.

Well, okay so I could have unwittingly joined in an activity for that other group that's not exclusively for blood-kin but heck, the way she talked in the meeting...! Saying things like... argh, how to translate from the vernacular...


08 October 2004, sometime between 1030pm and 1100pm

OH gods, breaking news!! Earthquake!!

I hate earthquakes!!


Anyway, the context of what she was saying was that she overheard someone telling someone that her organization wasn't doing anything at all for looking after the well being of the priests, and she was telling this to us at the meeting. And the members of this group, btw, were all old women, I mean MOTHERS of priests for Christ's sake!

So, she goes like (forgive me but I have to go with the vernacular here so as not to loose anything in the translation) "E maliit (or makitid) ang utak kaya nasabi yun."

*wide beaming smile*

I wanted to strangle her.

How dare that woman say such things about other people! Oh sure, so somebody insulted your precious group, but does that give you license to say such things about that person?!

I was actually drifting off during the meeting but I was still listening, just not listening and paying real attention ^__^;; But anyway, gah! The nerve! I pretty much ignored her prattling on after that and there were still a lot that she was saying, making herself seem more important than she really was to us newbies.

Girl, I ain't impressed. I know you from before when my mother was part of your group, and damn, you haven't changed since then. I still don't like you.

I only wish that the blood-kin only organization can take off and be a separate entity from that.

But the food at the end of the meeting was good. Bihon and special empanada, yum, and other cookies and biscuits that as far as I know are only made here in town.

I've pretty much avoided them since then. I didn't go to their meetings and what not, coz, hey, that group wasn't what I signed up for when I agreed with what the Archbishop was saying about forming an organization for priests' family.

OH MY GOD!!!

He's really, really dead!!

Okay... *deep breath*

I've been following this Taiwanese drama called The Outsiders (erh, Fighting Fish?) for the past few weeks and today was the last episode.

Gah, can't believe they killed off Victor...!! *bawls*

I was hesitant at first to believe that he was really dead coz the death was delivered very differently from the Red Bean's and I knew she was really dead then. So I thought it could have been just some plot, a decoy, a diversion so he could plan a proper revenge against that foul loathsome creature, but heck I guess the old adage 'the simplest plan is often the most effective' is true. He's dead.

Gah.

And why won't the quotation marks work this time around...? Sheesh, I was hoping to write tonight, but anyway...

There was this scene last night that really got me. It was like seeing an as yet unwritten scene from my story Illusion being acted out in television. So yeah, the setting might be a bit off and there could be a lot more characters involved in the scene but the dialogue was what got me: when that bitch Vanessa told Princess to her face that she was pregnant with Victor's child, and Victor hearing that just as he came upon them. Hehehe people, think Maya, Anna, and James.

Crikey that gave me goosebumps...

I'm still reeling from Victor's death. A minute of silence please.

*sob*

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I'm really getting into Teen Titans. I think I want to have a look at the comics though. Robin's way cooler here, even if he can hold his own when he was fighting crime with Batman. This is Dick Grayson, right? Not Tim Drake? Or what's that other Robin's name... argh, can't remember.

I like Raven. She's cool. And powerful. ^___^

Cyborg's okay -- he's got way cool technology at hand.

Beast Boy... I can dig him, as long as the prankster in him is only let out in very small increments. And he's vegetarian, though someone has to speak to him about there being a lot more to being vegetarian than tofu.

Starfire just plain baffles me. Too cheerful.

What was that scene in Illusion... ah yes... [Chapter 01: The Bet]
{"Hi 'Te Faye! Hi 'Te Ann!" Tin cheerfully greeted, bounding into the room.

"Ack. Happy person so early." With that said, Anna shut the bathroom door on the younger girl's surprised face.}


And the classic Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles of course. Crikey, I remember when it wasn't cartoons but animatronics and it was so fucking real! hehehe

Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michaelangelo
Leo, Raph, Don/Donnie, Mikey

{Raph: How come I have to help you haul these stuff when Mikey get's to goof off?

Don: Which would you rather have, a happy Mikey or a bored Mikey?

Raph: ...Right.}

erh, I paraphrased their dialogue since I can't remember it word for word but that's the gist of it. That was from the episode when they were collecting stuff -- mostly electronic for Don -- from a dump site and it turned out that there was this pig of a garbage collector who collects street people to work at his island landfill.

I just found that dialogue between the brothers funny ^__^


Shaman King tomorrow!!


Life-wise... let's not go there. I don't wanna go there.


Top Ten Ways to get ?? to shut up:

01. Staple and duct tape his/her mouth shut.
02. Keep him/her away from the microphone and paraphernalia of the same nature.
03. Cut off his/her tongue.
04. Give him/her a blank script and tell him/her impromptu dialogue is prohibited on pain of castration and/or death.
05. Split his/her tongue in two and staple the two ends to the side of his/her mouth.
06. Ignore him/her until he/she is done speaking.
07. Tie him/her up like a mummy and stuff him/her in the storage cupboard.
08. Turn the television off whenever he/she comes on.
09. Gag him/her.
10. Switch channels and only go back when you're sure he/she is done with his/her segment.


Think this'll fly?