I’ve been wanting to create another blog again – this time for dreams and nightmares documentation. But I realized that …pft its total geekness already. And grrr it is really not easy to maintain numerous blogs. I remember having a small notebook few years back where I key in random words just to describe my dream and then I would find meanings, symbols, etc.

Oh I don’t know why I’m like that. Too much existentialism? Humanities? Or maybe I am a reincarnated psychologist/ philosopher/anthropologist? Whatever.

It is just that I am having these usual weird dreams at night which always involves – me being lost somewhere. I am beginning to believe that maybe there’s another world outside life and my twin soul who is such a lakwatsera loves to go there always.

Sometimes I wonder – what if she forgets to come back? Hmm, but I know she wont anyway because I have a guide – mga multo. Wee. It sounds scary but every time I was on that lost saga dream, I found myself fine and calm. I even remembered punching Sadako for trying to scare me hehehe. There are no shades of panic and I wasn’t even worried of what I left behind on Earth. The only thing weird about it is that — there is always someone fetching me; sorta telling me that – hey, you should go back and wake up.

It happened several times.

(1) There’s this one dream I had – I was in an unknown forest playing and running around. I know I was lost but I wasn’t scared until my dear Mama came riding on a boat. She’s so beautiful on her polka dots retro headband and beautiful shoes. She’s not talking but she smiled at me as she simply row the boat and transport me to the other side of the river – and then I woke up, back to the real world again.

(2) The other night, I found myself official lost again in a certain street. Thank you to the unknown guy driver of a sidecar who offered me a ride. I bet he’s one of the random ghost again! I simply told him to bring me near Shaw Blvd.. hehehe ayun nagising na ako. Dead loved ones like my Lolo Polonio and Lola Concing brought me home once too via bus :d. I was insisting to ride the bus again to be with them but they didn’t allow me.

My Mom was there actually most of the time. The first i-am-lost dream I had was when I was walking sooo tired and restless that I can no longer walk until someone grabbed my shoulder and lifted me up. We flew over the buildings (akala ko nga si Superman ). When I turned around to thank the flying person who brought me home – its my Mama again :)

It’s a long list of similar dreams actually – I’m just thankful that there are these loving ghosts guiding me and helping me to go back and live life again.

And yeah also- I will always have my loving fiance who just realized lately that maybe he is also meant to find me in dreams whenever I’m lost.