I finished watching Tae Wang Sa Shin Gi the day after I posted about it here in my blog
(more detail on that later), and yeah, needless to say, watching a 24-hour-long series can really mess up your brain... Yep, I ended up with more weird dreams that I can now add to my already-growing list of visions, which include Armageddon and other such crap
In my dream, I went home to my parents' house in Novaliches because there was a Balikbayan
that I wanted to greet. I had the feeling that I was really looking forward to this person's visit, and I was eager to meet him ASAP. The moment I got in through our front door, I dropped my bag and asked my parents, "Nasa'n na siya? Anjan na ba si Zu Wei?"
("Where is he? Is Zu Wei already here?"). I then started calling out for the person that I came over to meet, and I headed for my old room (the one now occupied by my aunt). This in itself was already weird since I don't even like going anywhere near that place because it's so messy and dirty and cluttered, that my aunt's stuff literally spills out into the hallway whenever you open her door.
Anyway, my dream self opened the door of my old room, and there, in a version of my room back when I still occupied it and it was neat, there sitting on the floor near the door and opening a suitcase was Philip Lee. He was wearing dark jeans, a white and black plaid long-sleeved shirt (untucked and with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows), and gray socks. I remember that I took careful note of the socks, because in our house, shoes and slippers are not allowed to be worn inside bedrooms, and my dream self was worried about having to explain this house rule to our guest.
After finding him in my room as he was unpacking, Philip Lee gave me a big smile, said "hey!", and stood up to greet me. As we were stepping towards eachother to - um, I don't know why either... shake hands, maybe...? - I woke up.
So, as I lay in bed, sleepy, confused and trying to remember what just happened, there was a portion of my brain that kept screaming, "DAAAAAAMN YOOOOOOOUUUUUU!!!!!!".
For the rest of that day, I either:
a.) wallowed in frustration at the fact that I couldn't even get to Philip Lee _in my dreams_
b.) giggled, squee-ed and blushed like an idiot at the mere thought of finding him waiting inside my house, and
c.) wondered who the hell Zu Wei is and what has THAT got to do with anything.
For the last item, I'm already dismissing that as some random tidbit that my brain somehow dug up in my cluttered subconscious, and it could be the brand name of my cheap-o spatula, for all I know.
I later told Lem about that dream as we were having dinner at home before I sent him off to work, but he just looked at me, frowned, and said that I was weird. He has also expressed undue concern at the prospect of being usurped by a figment of my imagination, and it needed a fair amount of cuddling to comfort him. XD (Don't worry, baby! I'd still choose you over Philip Lee! Afterall, who else can take my weirdness and quirks??? XD)
Haha! I'm sorry, but I've just really been preoccupied with this Korean star. I even managed to somehow dig up his official site
, plus I've been collecting pictures of him which I store in my office mailbox. Whenever the day starts getting bad at the office, I just open up the email with his photos in it, I stare at it a bit, I giggle, and the world is fine again. Haha! I feel so damned silly, but it feels good, I don't care. XD
Can you blame me? I mean, JUST LOOK AT HIM!( Excuse me while I wipe the drool off my chin... )
So, Philip Lee, if you're reading this, now you know...
Please leave your slippers/shoes at the door when you enter a room in our house in Novaliches. XD