A Very Long Hug

So there was some kind of company Christmas party, and different groups had special numbers. Oddly though, in the party, I saw people from other previous jobs too - a mix and match of people from all my other jobs, and the “current” company was my most recent one before my current one. And then the special numbers were not grouped by department. They were grouped by age - meaning, the youngest one involved kids, as in my niece was there, and I realized that some relatives of mine were also part of the party. Initially, I had to settle an issue between two guys, one of them was bullying the other. Later on, this guy we shall call Mr. Template (the ultimate template of all wanted men - handsome, filthy rich, smart, everything else a template ideal man should have) arrived, and he gave me a big hug. In reality, he is part of the last company I was part of, so it seemed normal he was there to watch the program. Just as the program was about begin, he found this huge cushioned chair and sat on it, and he asked me to sit with him - I sat on the same chair, between his knees, and then he leaned back with his (very) strong arms around me, so I had to lean back too and rest my head on his (superman) chest. (Lol) So the program was long, but it seemed to just fleet by, because all I could think of was great it felt (Lol) After a while I fell asleep because the show got boring, and I remember putting my hand on his arm which was still around me, and he too fell asleep. After a while, he was called to give an award or announce something so he stood up, so I had to stand up too. By then, I felt it was “too much” if I waited for him and continued to hang out with him, so I went to find some groups of people in my work level. Then I found this group of girls and they were asking me about how it felt being hugged by everyone’s desire (in reality, I don’t really fancy him because I am not into pretty boys or gorgeous template men) and I said I had to admit that it felt really nice. By that time, I was already getting over it and knew it was a fleeting moment, nothing to get hung up about. Suddenly, one of the girls said that I should feel much more elated than I look because they said they read my blog entry from the previous year when, when Mr. Teplate arrived at the party, he looked for me and kissed me in public, and I wrote about it. They said they knew I must have felt something more than what I show because I blogged about the kiss and the hug that night was pretty long. Upon remembering about the previous year’s kiss, I stopped and realized this must be something he might do every year, so I thought it strange to have that kind of “Christmas habit”. Before I could think further, I woke up to the reality of no one hugging me. Lol. The hug felt super super super real though. Haha. Who would have THUNK. Mr. Template of all people. A dream indeed.

Missing Book 2

I was shifting from being myself to being some other person, and I was forcibly brought to a white room with desks and books and papers, and nothing was organized. Then I saw a guy I used to work for, someone who opened and now runs several internet cafes, and he approached me with his usual annoyed-with-me look.Then he said they (there were a few other people in the room I don’t recognize) won’t let me go until I’ve finished putting some picture cards in order. The images on the picture cards were based on a series of books, and the picture cards were all totally mixed up. I kind of panicked because I have never read the stupid book series so I had no idea how the picture cards are supposed to be ordered. They told me to start right away. So I turned my back on them and faced a long table with white table cloth on it. Then I realized that some books were there, and I saw 2 books with their covers showing 2 of the images from the picture cards. I realized that I just had to open the books and easily see how the order should be. I saw the books labeled “3rd” and “4th”. I didn’t show my excitement because they might give me more tasks to prevent me from getting away too soon. However, I realized that there were 3 books, and the other one is the 1st of the series. In place of the 2nd book was a small piece of paper rolled up unevenly, and I didn’t get to see what was inside but I know it said something about the 2nd book not being available. I felt disappointed, realizing I won’t be able to figure out the order of picture cards so easily.

White, Kisses

Big Boss

I mean, really, big. She’s huge. Literally. 

So I’m in some strange-looking office and I was supposed to report to this big woman. She looks like those very rich women who can afford to eat anywhere and stuff their faces anywhere they go, hence the size and a closet full of black clothes. 

She wore black clothes and always has her hair tied back in a ponytail, her face fully made up. Apparently she is somewhat feared by most people in the office and they were all wishing me luck, but secretly, for fear of being caught by MY boss, not by their boss. 

Later on I went to a corner where my cubicle was supposed to be, and I passed by a small guy who’s supposed to be my officemate, but he’s kind of weird so no one really minds him. He looks like one of my classmates when I was in 5th or 6th grade. He’s the really shy, quiet type who are nice but talk to themselves most of the time. So, as I passed by him, he was writing on the palm of his hand using a pencil. Briefly, I thought to myself that you can’t write on your skin with a pencil. However, I saw his kind of stretch out his hand and I saw that his palm was indeed full of pencil scribbles and it was almost gray all over. I think I said something to him the way I would talk to a child, and went to my cubicle, which looks like a dream desk of a maturing teenager - full of nice officy things yet very cute and most teal and magenta and shades of pink, with lots of glassy stuff and white furry covers and containers. 

It was all blurry in most parts so those were the only parts I remember. All the stuff on my desk were nice, though. I remember feeling less afraid of my boss when I started seeing and touching and fixing the pretty stuff on my desk

Trapped

I found myself in my room, being hugged by this guy in a pink long sleeved shirt. He was the last boss I had in my previous job. So we stood and he was hugging me, and then I saw my mom pass by the open door of my room, and she gave us dagger looks. I just ignored her as I thought, “why is this guy here? am I really allowing this to happen? even if my mom gets mad she can’t stay mad at him forever.”

Later on he started whispering to me. I can’t remember his exact words but I know they were promises. I just listened quietly. Then, I realized that his exact words were the very exact words promised to me by someone I used to be with. However, this guy has left me and the promises were not fulfilled. For a while I struggled and I think I fought back and said I have heard those promises before but they won’t come true because he would leave just like the other guy did. Then I think my overthinking ruled over and the dream faded.