<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273831720568165602</id><updated>2012-01-20T08:44:03.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Sequence</title><subtitle type='html'>This is not Jude and Gelli's The Ride segment, it's a series of mental images and emotions occurring during sleep... Mine. Or Yours.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamdecoder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273831720568165602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamdecoder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366204682808425609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOhr6lKhdz0/ShtyX-fX6dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kEUB7TGnYYc/S220/i00154.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273831720568165602.post-1826656986905204363</id><published>2009-01-21T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T06:15:02.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That Same Old Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost dinner time and there I was walking with Peewee to their house for dinner. As we walk our way to her home, she told me that she's earning P120, 000 a month and that she would be really happy if I make it official. She said that she's willing to do anything and will give me the position if I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Yes.” &lt;/span&gt;I was shocked by her determination and willingness to give it to me, knowing the fact that I kinda lack of experience when it comes to the business (although at the back of my mind I was happy and thrilled by what she just said). She opened the door and assists me inside, as she kisses her husband and introduced me to him for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few Hi's and Hello's to her husband, Peewee said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anak, tara samahan mo'ko, bili tayong food."&lt;/span&gt; I wasn't really hungry at the time but I did come with her to gp get some food for the three of us, anyway. As we were walking to Jollibee, Peewee and I continued chatting about her plans for MEG and how she enjoys her job, even if it is really stressing her out most of the time. She said that once I made it official, then things would probably be less stressful like how it is before. When we reached the counter in Jollibee, Peewee asked me what do I want and I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No thanks, Mommy. Busog pa po kasi ako eh,"&lt;/span&gt; but she insisted me to choose so I just said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"fries and ice cream na lang po."&lt;/span&gt; After we get our orders, Peewee and I headed back to their house and was about to continue our conversation but before she could even start talking, the dream was cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time I had a dream about me calling Peewee "Mom." The first time I dreamed of it, it was when I was lost in a forest and found myself in some school's dormitory. The setting was dark and creepy, I even get to a point where I was running so fast that I could almost lose my breath but Peewee came to rescue... comforted me and pointed me to the right direction. When I was about to go, I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thank you so much, Mie"&lt;/span&gt; with a look in her face that describes happiness, contentment, or relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why I was having dreams like this about Peewee. I never saw her as a "Mom;" although I could say that I really like her as a person, as a friend, and of course, as a MEG Editor-in-Chief. As I woke up this morning, I felt confused as to whether I would think of Peewee or my own Mom. However, as I dream about her being my "Mom," I noticed that the "scenes" are getting pleasant compared to the first dream. I think that the dream is more about my mom rather than Peewee, which is not to say that I'm taking Peewee for granted (in those two dreams). She has been one of the kindest MEG peeps I have ever known and I am just really thankful that she's there for me, even in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also come to thinking that my mom is trying to tell me something, especially now that she just had her 6th death anniversary. My siblings and I weren't able to visit her grave and me having that dream serves as a warning, informing me (us) that we may have forgotten her (but we didn't, I even light a candle for her on a Sunday after her death anniversary). I also dreamed of my Mom's mother who passed away one or two years after she died, but that was another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would refer to my book when I get back home and see if my thoughts are correct.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could find the answers to this recurring dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273831720568165602-1826656986905204363?l=dreamdecoder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamdecoder.blogspot.com/feeds/1826656986905204363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamdecoder.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-same-old-dream-its-almost-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273831720568165602/posts/default/1826656986905204363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273831720568165602/posts/default/1826656986905204363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamdecoder.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-same-old-dream-its-almost-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366204682808425609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOhr6lKhdz0/ShtyX-fX6dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kEUB7TGnYYc/S220/i00154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273831720568165602.post-2296703856188224196</id><published>2009-01-16T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:07:16.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I found this blog entry in my Multiply and thought to share this to you. Since I just started this Dream Sequence, I'm going to share an old entry I wrote almost a year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(WRITTEN 26 JAN 2008: 12:21PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The past week was weird. I don't know if it was just because I was so hooked up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patayin sa Sindak si Barbara&lt;/span&gt; or what, but heck it really is weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had a dream about my Mommy. Actually, I dreamed of her for two consecutive days already. I wanted to know what is the real meaning behind that and though thoughts are starting to form into my crazy little mind, things are still vague for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st Night: The Resurrection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if she rose from the dead. She was lying into their bed, in their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; original bedroom. She was well and strong, seeming like she didn't have cancer. I asked her where is she sleeping (at the time she was 'gone' here on earth) and answered me with, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sa simbahan... minsan sa kalsada..."&lt;/span&gt; She also added that she's even going to work (in SSS) sometimes but the one thing that really marked with me was when she said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Andito lang naman ako sa tabi-tabi eh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd Night: Tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing (or sitting) in front of a building (more like a church) when I saw Abei hit by an SUV truck. Because the impact of the hit was so strong she died in an instant and was placed in a Funeral home. While her remains was still in their, her father had their home reconstructed (beautifully) because that's what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home to rest and prepare the DVD's I am going to return to her the next day and as I lay in my bed, preparing to sleep, Abei texted me with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pwede sama ka na lang sa'ken Next Year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay hindi, pwede next month? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pwede next week? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pwede bukas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AY hindi... Pwede, MAMAYA na lang?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared by the text so I cover myself with the blanket when someone lay beside me and hold my hand. I pull of the covers and saw it was my Mommy. I was shocked and asked her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ba't ganyan hitsura mo?"&lt;/span&gt; (you know how people looked like when he is about to die? that's what she looked like!) She didn't answer me and just tell me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ayun oh, MCU Monumento!"&lt;/span&gt; I was like, "What?" and she told me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Siyempre ako lang nakakakita no'n..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day came and I was preparing to leave (to meet Abei... how weird) and return the three DVD's I borrowed. Before I leave I checked her refrigerator-like football treasures and arranged it. As I was about to go, someone like stopped me from going and the dream was cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this whole dream thing for me was just like a "sign" from her that maybe, it's time for us to visit her at the cemetery (because we, her children, didn't visit her last Jan 16th (her 5th Death Anniversary), but still, I didn't know what the true story behind these... And I wanna know what it is. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much, Mommy...&lt;br /&gt;I Love You... We, Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273831720568165602-2296703856188224196?l=dreamdecoder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamdecoder.blogspot.com/feeds/2296703856188224196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamdecoder.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-found-this-blog-entry-in-my-multiply.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273831720568165602/posts/default/2296703856188224196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273831720568165602/posts/default/2296703856188224196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamdecoder.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-found-this-blog-entry-in-my-multiply.html' title=''/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366204682808425609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOhr6lKhdz0/ShtyX-fX6dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kEUB7TGnYYc/S220/i00154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273831720568165602.post-46744120352555066</id><published>2009-01-13T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:48:22.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Have you ever had a dream where everything seem so real? All the emotions, the people, even the littlest things? Have you ever been in a situation where things seem kinda like a Déjà Vu and suddenly you realized that you've already seen that in your dream? Coincidence or Premonition? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This blog aims to decode the details of a dream. This consist of collective thoughts of someone's dream... good or bad. As days go by, I will try to share the dreams that have been memorable for me... What are the reasons behind the dream; what it want to tell me; what could possibly happen, and what were the outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Madam Rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; wannabe, I'm just a girl whose dreams are vivid... Someone who believe that dreams are our underlying emotions... and that in all those dreams, an important thought is hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If any of these dreams come true, then you be the judge as to what is really happening here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;JC (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273831720568165602-46744120352555066?l=dreamdecoder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamdecoder.blogspot.com/feeds/46744120352555066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamdecoder.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-13-january-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273831720568165602/posts/default/46744120352555066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273831720568165602/posts/default/46744120352555066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamdecoder.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-13-january-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366204682808425609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOhr6lKhdz0/ShtyX-fX6dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kEUB7TGnYYc/S220/i00154.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
