Rubber Eyes

When I was a highschool student, I was a very active newswriter for my school's newspaper. Writing in Filipino or my own tounge was my forte and got the chance to win some awards and national exposure. When I got into College, I joined another school organ but then it was more difficult. I was obliged to write in English and I really found it hard. Until now, writing my posts somehow gives me stress. As much as possible, I want to try to make it better but I always see the picture of myself having a hard time groping for the right words.

My dreams last night reunited me with my close highschool and college friends whom were mostly writers at that time. At first the scene was at the office in my university where I saw fellow writers for the University Newspaper. They were doing a review of my article and giving me commendations. I remember my female editor-in-chief giving a thumbs-up. While she was looking at my article, I looked down and I saw my blogsites instead. I went out of the office so happy and then I met my highschool friends outside waiting for me. (I haven't seen them for almost ten years now.)They saw me holding a white copy of the newspaper and they all scuffled to take a hold of it. Jordan, one of my friends, gave me a friendly hug and an approbation. (He also happened to be my crush in highschool but I did not have the guts to tell him and anybody else about it. I was a closet then.)Everybody was frantic and happy that one group of my friends were having a party. Then I saw that we were inside the gym, they were on the bleachers, more than five of them faring sumptuously on chicken with noodles in big black bowls. They were eating a lot and had an eating contest not minding the mess they created on the bleachers. I just ignored them as I was with the other group of friends with Jordan and they just invited me to lay down. There were also around five of us. Jason, the wackiest in the group, was so excited telling everyone that we should sleep all together because we had not seen each other for a long time. It was like an overnight gathering.

When we were all laid down, Jayson started giving each of us a pair of rubber eyes. He said that those would give us a sound sleep if we put them on top of our eyes as we close them. Jason was wearing a black trench coat then. I held the set of rubber eyes he gave me and they were really soft and mushy. I decided to stand up and complain to him but then the scene shifted to my aunts front yard. Jason suddenly disappeared. Jordan was inviting me to leave as he was not familiar with the place. My other friends also disappeared in the scene. As I and Jordan were to exit the gate made up of sterling wires, our English high School teacher in our Junior year greeted us. We were surprised at the sight of her. We had a small talk but I don't remember what we talked about. Further as we went on, we met another English teacher. She was our fourth year English teacher....

As I got up today, the last thing I remembered was that I was eating some tiles and I could feel them gritting in my teeth. I didn't sense any taste of them.


Amazing that you could remember what your dreams were about. It is interesting subject - dream. Reading your blog is like peeking into your mind.
BTW, thanks for your vote.

July 18, 2007 at 11:02 AM  

I seldom ever recall any dreams. I am sure I do, but I never remember. Maybe mine are too terrifying to me. I would have read more, but the black page strains my eyes

July 18, 2007 at 11:26 AM  

I also dream a lot. But usually I can't remember it after i waked up.

July 18, 2007 at 10:24 PM  

You are really laying it out there. If nothing else, you will find realities others avoid. Having a site meter will hit you where you live. I think over time it will be more like a heckler than a valuable resource. Hang in there, don't believe reality, it's too harsh.

July 23, 2007 at 5:24 AM  

old fart, whoever you are, thanks for the kind warning, was just in a hurry when i put the sitemeter, it shouldn't be there anyway, thanks again^^

July 23, 2007 at 7:01 AM  

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