ksolaris: (airbender)
Hi. Yes, I'm still alive. Pretty much. Hehe...

So yeah. Just posting this here because it's weird dreams season again and there's some that I'd want to keep a record of, just in case it's important. On the other hand, considering that it's Mercury Retrogade at the moment as well, this could all just be an anomalous blip in my head. Hehe... anyway, long, senseless post up ahead. Don't say I didn't warn you. :p

It's another one of THOSE )

Which is why I'm typing out this long-ass entry right now. I'm hoping that I'll remember it all someday, and everything will make sense when I put the pieces together.
ksolaris: (airbender)
About four days ago, I had this dream that really left me feeling particularly upset when I woke up. I'm writing about it now, because I can't seem to forget about it, because it was so darned vivid.

Creepy-ass dream details below )

Brrr... I want none of that ever again. =_=;;;
ksolaris: (word up)
... goes a little something like this:

K: O HAI!
Interviewer: O HAI!
K: AW3SOME JOB I CAN HAS??
I: YUS. YOU WORTH THIIIIIIIIIIS MUCH CHEEZBARGAR!
K: MOAR~!
I: KAY. THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS MUCH!
K: O RLY???
I: YA RLY!
K: NO WAI!
I: WAI!
K: CONTRACT FER AW3SOME JOB, I CAN HAS NAO???
I: YUS. AW3SOME CONTRACT IS AW3SOME!
K: KTNXBAI~!
I: BAI~!

Haha! Oh, how I wish. :p
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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.

Bummer.

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
ksolaris: (nana)
First off, for stuff that I've picked up from my flist just now...

** From Khursten:

A maid cafe, featuring MEN, cosplaying as GIRLS, cosplaying as MAIDS.

Oh yeah, baby! Get me a Japanese visa! NOW!! XD XD XD

Dear God, this takes the cake for today's DISCOVERY MADE OF WIN. It cracked my skull open for the first few minutes, but now I'm just getting this steady tickling sensation at the back of my head. It still causes me to randomly burst into fits of giggles, but hell, I love it. XD

** From Magnetic_rose:

The cutest pair of headphones that I have EVER seen. I am despairing over the fact that I cannot own a pair myself since miss M_rose purchased hers in Japan. T_T Sigh.

*Goes back to looking at male maid waitresses. Giggles.*

** From Karen

I didn't know that Jonathan Brandis killed himself. O_O

Or maybe I did, and I blogged about it years ago, but I forgot and I just rediscovered it today, thanks to Karen's post about Brad Renfro's death. It's just that back in elementary school, I had the biggest crush on him and I'd watch SeaQuest every single week without fail because of him. So, when I learned that he actually committed suicide, I guess I was a bit baffled by it all. :/

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As for the subject of this post, I just wanted to write about this one dream that I had recently if only for its utter weirdness.

The dream started out with me going to a pet store, and checking out the fish section. I wasn't interested in actually getting a pet fish, and I was just looking around waiting for someone. Anyway, the room was perfectly square, and pretty big, and all the walls were lined from ceiling to floor with tanks of colorful fish, just lazily swimming around. In the middle of the room was the cash register, and the counter space around the register itself was also stacked with fish tanks.

I don't know why, but the cashier handed me this plastic container in the shape of a pair of high-heeled shoes. The container was filled with water, and in the water was a pair of lovely goldfish. Well, I don't know if they were goldfish, but they were gold-colored, and they had these lovely fins that swayed back and forth as they moved around in the tiny container. I thanked the cashier and I headed out of the store because I remembered that I had to meet Lem for dinner at some restaurant.

The dream then cuts, and I'm already seated at the table, facing Lem. I looked down at my hands (I was still holding the container with the fish), and when I looked up, I was surprised to find that Lem has transformed into, of all people, Kazuharu Fukuyama in his serious/gentle mode, smiling at me!!

Yes, Fukuyama from Girls Bravo! Blonde hair, white school uniform and all!

Lolz. What's so special about this dream was that in my dream, I had this absolute feeling of SHEER. JOY. It was... it was like when Candy from Candy Candy finally found out that Terry was actually **** OPS! Spoilers... ****. It was THAT sort of elation. Lolz. I swear, I've never had a dream that had such an intense feeling like that, that it carried over for the rest of the day after I woke up. It was so... ROMANTIC! XD XD

In my dream, after I found out about what happened, that Lem was actually Fukuyama, I actually hugged him, closed my eyes, smiled, and said, "My prince..."

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! ROFL!!!

I swear, even _I_ never thought that I'd ever say something like that, EVEN IN DREAMS! I could have sworn that there were shojo bubbles floating around at that point, and then I woke up, and I couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day. In fact, just thinking about it right now makes me feel giddy. Haha! And to think that the "Prince" archetype isn't exactly the first thing that I go for, given a choice. And my God! Fukuyama??? As we all know, he falls in the same class with Happosai, except with good looks and an infinite amount of money. He does have his moments though, when his testosterone level doesn't get the better of him, so I suppose I wouldn't mind...

GAH.

But then again, considering that I've been crushing on 2-D males since elementary and high school, should I even still be surprised?

...

On the other hand... what was that saying again? Something that's got to do with your first dream of the year? Because that WAS my first dream of the year... Erk. ^_^;;;;
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For the past several months, I've been having some of the most vivid and weirdest dreams that I have ever had. It's not that I'm complaining, really. I sort of like it because it seems to be helping in making my waking hours more interesting than they really are, haha!

For example, some time last month, I remember dreaming that it was the end of the world. I'm not just talking about major catastrophes here, but honest to goodness biblical Armageddon. In my dream, I was in the middle of Makati city, and there was panic everywhere. People were crying and holding eachother in the streets because they all knew that the end was near. I, however, was indignant.

My dream-self would kick people who huddled in miserable piles in the gutter, and I was screaming at people to get up and stop acting like idiots. I managed to get several strangers to get up and stand up straight after a while of hitting them with random nearby objects, and I remember that my dream-self's logic for this behavior was along the lines of "If you're gonna get blasted by Heaven, then might as well be a bit dignified about it".

In that dream, I somehow found a heavy can of potted meat lying discarded on the pavement, and I pocketed it, because I planned to throw it at the head of one of the Horsemen whom I knew were on their way. I wanted to let at least one of them have a piece of my mind before they do whatever it is the Apocalyptic Horsemen are supposed to do. I woke up from my dream just as the sky opened up somewhere in front of me, and I was hefting the can in my hand and taking aim at the first figure that was charging down the middle of Ayala Avenue. My last thought was that if they were coming to get me, then I wanted to at least make them break a bit of sweat first, or at least annoy them.

(Dreams just LOVE being cliffhangers, don't they?)

About a week after I had that dream, I had another one that was just as weird. Again, I found myself in the middle of the city, at a time when the world was ending, but the only difference was that there were zombies walking around everywhere. I was with a group of people who were all armed with... stuff... to hit or kill the undead with, but the undead, being what they are, just kept on coming.

In my dream, we were fighting our way towards some place, and I was screaming "The head! Destroy its head and it won't get up again!"... I remember that it was very important for us to reach that place because in my hands was the Spear of Longinus. If I could just get the Spear to that place, wherever it was, I knew that all the zombies would finally go back to being dead. The "Spear" that I had was nowhere near as pretty as the one that we see in NGE, but rather, it sort of looked more like an old, dirty, wooden mop handle with the mop head removed. It had no pointy end, and was actually just a long, stout stick. I clung to it hard, though, even though it was an ugly thing, and the splinters hurt my fingers and palms.

Just as my group was about to reach that one point where we had to be, I woke up to find Ian holding a bowl of warm food inches away from my face.

I told Ian about these dreams as we had breakfast at two in the afternoon, and he told me that I was just being weird again, or maybe I actually had a messianic complex which I have not been aware of.

Not all my dreams involve the world's ending, though, so don't worry.

Sometimes I dream about a shop owned by a nice, Japanese woman who sells cute, little trinkets. The only problem was that all her merchandise was stowed away in the tiny mezzanine of her tiny store! Now that I think about it, it was more of the space between the ceiling and the roof, and you had to get to the top of a ladder to find her items neatly stacked up against the wall, on a ledge about a foot wide, which went all around the perimeter of the room.

I have a lot more where THOSE came from, really, and I could go on and on and on... but then again, I'm often considered weird enough as I am, without the cracked up dreams, and the last thing that I want right now is to be mistaken for a hallucinogens junkie. ^_^;;

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