I've said this before: I don't usually remember my dreams, not even the recurring ones. In a few instances, I remember them vaguely. In even fewer instances, I remember them well enough to write about them here.
It says something that I'm writing about not one, but two dreams this time. Well, one of those things is that I really need to write something here because I still have that four-entry thing for some reason.
The first one involves me being a student at the Ateneo. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I know some people who studied there, or more specifically, people who work there? But I have never set foot in the campus. The closest I have been is when I drive past its gates along Katipunan. I suppose it makes sense that the dream isn't set in a place that's identifiably Ateneo. It's just a generic classroom, with the only indicator of my characterization being my dialogue ("sa Ateneo ako nag-aaral!") and the fact that in the same dream is Ale wearing an Ateneo jacket.
It's not like we've talked a lot recently or anything. Maybe my mind decided to dig out this image of her wearing an Ateneo jacket in La Salle. I have a photograph of it and everything. It's not blackmail material, but I guess we thought it's subversive, walking the grounds of one campus and wearing the jacket of its rival.
Anyway, the point of all this is that I dreamt of Ale making fun of me constantly throughout the class. I think she was bullying me? Or I am associating it with the time I was bullied in high school, when everyone made fun of me just because they could. But there's no image of her laughing at me directly. Instead, I got the sound of her laughter playing over security footage stills of me walking around campus.
Yes, there's a theme coming.
The second dream just happened this morning. It's a little more abstract. It's just security footage stills, one after the other, non-stop. It's footage of someone. I don't know who that person is, because their face was blurred, pixelated, as if they were victims of some crime being reported on the nightly news. No commentary. No storyline. Just the stills.
I wake up. It's just one in the morning, so I go back to sleep, something that came surpisingly easily.
Same dream.
I wake up again. It's two in the morning. I go back to sleep. Same drill.
Same dream.
I wake up again. It's three in the morning. I go to the toilet. I turn off the air conditioning before I go back to sleep. Same-ish drill.
Same dream.
I wake up again. It's four in the morning. I don't try to sleep again.
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