A Square Cat

I was in some kind of mall with my sister. The mall seemed to be in some kind of really huge hotel. The hotel was so big it was like a city in itself. I think there were offices within that hotel too. 

As we passed by a store or salon with glass sliding doors, I looked and I saw a really adorable black and white cat inside, sitting near the door, watching the passers by with its huge round eyes. It looked at me and I stopped, wanting to touch it. I stepped forward and the door slid open. My sister saw the cat too and commented on how cute it looked. As I approached the cat, a man spoke behind me and said it’s really friendly and he can get it for me if I want to hold it. I realize that the man behind me was the owner of the cat, and he was about to step into the store too. I think he also owned the shop. I also noticed that there was another man standing inside the store, by the door, and realized that I only thought he owned the cat, but apparently not. 

So the real owner picked up the cat, and upon closer inspection, I saw that the cat was square. Square, like, its body was a square can with rounded edges, like those tin cans that became fashionable a couple of decades ago. I hesitated on holding it because I was thinking the cat will not be soft after all. The owner seemed to read my mind and told me that the cat’s fur is still soft, at least those furry areas surrounding her square can body. 

My sister stepped forward to hold the cat first since she stood closer to the owner, and she remarked on how soft the cat was, surprisingly. She then handed over the cat to me and I held it, and it purred so much that I felt so happy because I know it was happy to be held and to be around other people. I held and hugged it, feeling how soft her non-can parts are. 

After a while I asked my sister to take photos of me with a square cat, since that was quite a rare occasion. First I took her photo as she held the cat, though I realized that the cat was starting to look normally round. I took the photo anyway. When it was my turn however, I noticed that the cat has turned completely normal as I held it. Then, before my sister could take my photo, I noticed a wall of rare artifacts nearby, where people who are supposed to be my cousins are posing for a photo op. I told my sister to take their photos too, and I just held the cat for a while as I waited. Some of my cousins started asking for more photos and I thought I might not have my photo taken anymore with the square cat that was now round. 

Later on, I was inside my hotel room, but it was not mine; I am not sure why I stayed in a different room, but I think it had to do with me hiding from something or someone. It was the day of my checkou though, so I knew that the hotel staff will be calling my local number in the other room to remind me to pack up and leave. Just at that moment, the phone rang in my other room, so I went out of my “fake” room and answered the call. As I spoke to a woman, some hotel staff came in and started cleaning the room and putting away my things. I panicked slightly because I was worried about losing my stuff. The women on the other end of the line was taking so long in computing for my bill that I told her that I will just call her back and that I need to check on my things right away. As I went to take care of my things, I felt a little regret that I did not prepare my things early on, then I woke up.

A Book of Arguments

I was talking with my sister and I was laughing so hard about something. Then, a person I will call Toushiro came into the room, and pointed to an open, hardbound book. I’m not sure if he brought it with him or if it had been there all along. And then he strongly, yet kindly suggested, that I take a look at it. Then I realized he has been talking about a list of arguments about a political person or someone in authority, and they were listed down in that book. Then he said, I should go talk to a lawyer of that person’s opposition leader and discuss each point with him, and that I will make a good case or something. He said it will put me in a very good light and that I should do it soon, within the day if possible. I hesitated because I felt lazy to do it because it’s not something I find interesting. However the way he described it made so much sense that I turned to my sister and told her, I would like to, but I can’t argue with a lawyer about something I cannot sustain! I said that the points were good, but beyond them, I have nothing more to say because I don’t anything about politics. However in the end, I decided to go, and thought I’d just bring the entire book with me so I can check it for notes. My sister agreed and said she will join me, because she has to get or buy something after anyway. She said offices close at 5, and I said, it’s 4 pm, so we can make it. Toushiro was suddenly back and said it is 4 pm and we will make it right on time. 

This is also my nth dream recently which falls at any time from 4 to 5 pm, or those hours are mentioned. I can’t remember the others much, but it has always been sometime from 4 to 5 pm. What is it with 4 to 5 pm?

Saturday with Seth Green

Yesterday, it was some kind of love story with Seth Green. 

I went with my sister and her boyfriend (who sometimes shifts to her ex-boyfriend) to a culinary school. We were looking for our classrooms and we discovered that we were placed in different classes although the schedules were the same. So I walked them to their classrooms - theirs looked like normal classrooms, with rows of seats and a blackboard at the front. However, when I got to mine, it was much bigger and brighter and there was a wide screen in front instead of a blackboard and the airconditioning was colder. At the front row, in the middle, was a much bigger seat, almost like a mini-throne, with a big sign on it saying my name. I felt embarassed because of the special treatment and I was wondering what I did to deserve anything like that. So, since not all my new classmates knew yet who I am, I sneaked at the back of the room and found a seat in somewhere in the last few rows. 

Afterwards the dream shifted and I was in the same classroom but a strong-faced woman pulled me aside and was telling me that because of something I did or failed to do, which was somewhat connected to my refusal to acknowledge my place in the room, I was going to be expelled. I was horrified but since I felt that it was a final decision, I started thinking that I’ve graduated from college anyway and I have a regular job, and might just need to deal with any school problems when I decide to take any other classes in the future. However, I still felt bad that after all this time, now I get expelled.

Later on I was walking outside a row of classrooms and I left my things in another unoccupied room. I was planning to escape from the school grounds (which is quite enormous) before they formalize my expulsion. I think the expulsion would involve other forms of punishment, I don’t know what. Then I stood outside one of the classrooms and waited for Seth Green to finish his class. (So, suddenly, we’re like super close friends in the dream and we never talked about it but we wanted to be together.) As he walked out of the room he saw me and I was only about to say that I needed to escape soon, when he suddenly took my hand and we ran. He was holding my hand the whole time we were trying to escape and he was fighting off people who figured what we were trying to do and were trying to stop us. In the end, I remember being in a room with strange equipment, and he ashed me to hide behind one of them, while he talked to a scientist to let us out through the ceiling using the strange equipment. I woke up feeling so loved and protected. Despite the expulsion part, it was a very nice dream.

Sims Lightning? And My Gramma with The Speed of Lightning :D

Okay, so I was walking on a well-lit sidewalk late at night, I think that was around 11:40 PM. It was a small, quiet town, and the streets were empty. All houses were square and looked alike and I noticed that all were in pastel colors. I passed some houses with their front doors open, or with screen doors which allowed me to see inside. There was a family with a messy living room, and the daughter was lying down lazily on a sofa, and the son was somewhere on the floor. I’m not sure if he was playing with the toys scattered around. The mom was in the kitchen or dining area, and I think she was saying something about the mess. 

Suddenly it started to rain and I heard the distant sound of thunder so I wasn’t afraid. The sidewalk I was on, right outside the homes, had a roof over it, but I was nearing the corner, which was no longer well-lit and had no roof. So I stopped walking and looked up to see how heavy the rain is, because I might need to stay in one of the houses. I stopped in front of the house of an old woman who lives alone. I think she was preparing dinner or cleaning up after it or something. I hesitated knocking on her door because I know I had to go to the grocery before it closes, and that is the reason why I needed to turn left at the corner, because straight ahead after turning left, is the back or side entrance of the grocery. 

So I paused and pondered, and looked up. A tall and thin tree stood next to a lamppost, and suddenly, lightnight strikes it. Briefly there was a tiny explosion, and the center of the tree starting burning.I looked around to ask for help to put out the fire, but I was totally alone and the people in the houses didn’t seem to care whatever happened outside. I ran back and tried to look for someone who might seem to want to help but found that only a small portion of the sidewalk is well-lit; I don’t know what happened to the rest where I came from. When I ran back to the front of the old lady’s house where I could see the tree, I noticed that the fire has died down, and vaguely, I remembered that in Sims 2, lightning occasionally strikes trees and outdoor furniture and they burn but they instantly die down too. 

Since the rain was still pouring, I knocked on the old lady’s door and asked if I can just sit down at the living room and promised not to bother her. (I remember her as one of our neighbors in our old home when I was a kid, and when I didn’t feel like staying at home I’d go to her house, to her annoyance, but of course I didn’t know that back then.) Suddenly, there was some kind of shift, and my mother’s mother, my grandma, came by, driving a small blue car and she told me to hop right in and we would go to the grocery to meet my parents. I did and she drove so fast that I thought we were both going to die. We turned left at the corner and I saw the double doors of the grocery, but my grandma isn’t stopping! We sped through the doors while IN the car and the security guard stepped back to save himself from being run over or dragged. 

Next scenario my mom and my grandma were putting things inside a push cart, and I noticed that my grandma bought huge bottles of shampoo and conditioner and I realized that she and my mom are very similar in that way and how they like to take care of their looks and how they like buying beauty products in huge amounts. Then I noticed a shelf featuring new products from a familiar brand, and I noticed a huge purple glossy bottle of something which I don’t remember now, and I was so taken by the packaging and the color and I think how it smelled, that I was already starting to think that I might need it. Suddenly my sister was there, and I was telling her about it, and she was also quite amazed but then changed her mind and felt lazy to go to the counter and have to pay for it. I wanted to buy it but suddenly I felt the same way and wondered if I really do need it. But the purple color and the glossy packaging was very attractive. I’m not sure if I bought it but later on, I had to line up for the counter. My parents and my grandma were in a separate line because there was a faster, separate section for senior citizens. As I fell in line, I noticed that the counter looked like it was meat shop counter because it was all messy and the light was orange like in local meat shops. I made a comment that something didn’t match and one or two people laughed and agreed with me. 

Fragments

In Bacolod, with friends from the club. (I realize that this is my second remembered dream involving Bacolod. The first one was about the possibility of moving there with my then-boyfriend.)

• We were all having lunch. I remember seeing rice in front of me. I was at the head of the table, and on my right was Mr. Perfect Skin. I was trying to talk to him or catch his attention but he always turned away. Apparently, there was some things and plans in his mind about us which he didn’t want to talk about yet until it was all final. Throughout the dream he wore a yellow shirt.
  
• The girl with us, whom we will call Ururu-chan, came and sat beside me. She said we will order another type of food, and we will have the same one, because we were best friends. She was younger in the dream than she is in real life. She was more child-like and carefree. Later on, we started eating, and her attention drifted to a nearby store. She said we should go there. As we waited outside the store (people had to take turns because there were rituals held inside for each customer), I sat on a bench. I looked at the table where all our friends were eating, and Mr. Perfect Skin was still turning away. Then Ururu-chan, kissed me on the face twice and hugged me and said I’m her favorite person and she really likes me to be her friend. I just tapped her arm to show her I’m glad to be her friend too. Inside the store were many Buddha figurines. Then she sat us down by a nearby low table, so we had to be in seiza to do the ritual. We sat across each other and she laid out a square piece of ceramic and she put 4 or 5 pieces of rubbery material in them. She then covered it with a hollow figure of a Buddha-like being with a small hole on top of its head. Then she said to me, don’t be afraid, for now you will see my magic. Then she tapped the figure and from the hole, squeezed out a balloon in the image of a dog. It’s like those things you see being sold by churches where smaller pieces of balloons are tied together to form an image. This one is a dog.
  
• My parents were looking at a house for sale. It was nighttime. Ururu-chan was still with me. Then I said, hey, we never paid for our food. And that’s the only time we remembered that we never actually finished lunch. Then she said, the person selling this house also runs the restaurant so we can pay her then. We went inside the house. 
• Inside the house, there was some kind of serious, grown-up gathering, and I was bored to my skull. Ururu-chan has rejoined the group, and they were somewhere outside. I was stuck in the house beecause I had to attend to something. Then a couple with a baby turned to me and asked me to look after their child for a while. I held the very tiny baby and I was a bit afraid that I might break its neck unintentionally. When I was already holding it, the parents stepped out. The mom carried a bright purple shiny bag. The dad went someplace else. After what seemed to be a long time, I got agitated because I was thinking it was nighttime and I hardly spent time with Mr. Perfect Skin. Frantically, I looked for the mom of the baby.I asked my mom and she said they stepped out and that I should keep quiet because it was a serious gathering. I stepped out and saw my dad, and I said, where’s the mom of this child? And he pointed to the women a few feet away, and he said she was making a phonecall. I was slightly annoyed because she was really just chatting over the phone and it was nothing urgent. The dad was nowhere to be found. Then the mom held out her hand, asking for a few more minutes. I got so impatient and asked my dad where my sister is. He said she’s over some other part of the garden with the group (it was a HUGE garden). As I walked, I came by another area in the garden where a friend (Raz) was, and he was supposed to be the next person to the parents who should be taking care of the baby. At the same time, I saw where the group was, because I saw Mr. Perfect Skin’s yellow shirt. I hurriedly handed over the baby to Raz and was hoping Mr. Perfect Skin saw it so he would think that I look great with a baby in my arms. 

Ruins

Fragments of the dream only.

I was with my sister, looking down on some hidden ruins. Anywhere around us was dry gray stone, not brown soil with trees and stuff like in ruins found within living forests. 

We were supposed to climb down and then up to the lower stone mountain with a flat surface. It was a long way down but I remember that we managed to get to the other mountain. 

In the next dream shift, the entire ruins was swallowed by greenish, murky water. I think I commented that now all you need is a boat to get to the other mountain. There were a lot of people with us. At one point, I tried going down to a lower portion of the mountain where we stood, but I was stopped by some big guys because they said I’m not supposed to stand on that spot because the giant tires within the mountain might roll on me or something, in case the big wooden doors holding them back exploded. I hurriedly climbed back up, with my sister helping me out. While I was back on top of the mountain, I looked at how big the body of water is, and how frighteningly deep it is, since I’ve seen the ruins without water. When I woke up I realize it’s one of my water dreams.

At another point, I was so scared of slipping into the green murky waters; the mountain where we stood was just suddenly slopey. Suddenly my mom called me and offered me coffee to drink, and I remember it tasted really good. As I drank coffee with my mom she was telling me how her mom, my grandmother, is someone who likes to sell many things. I commented and said we also sell a lot of things so we must be just like her. 

And then, there was a part when a creepy centipede (yeah, a centipede again) which looks like the one in the photo below, was crawling on my pants and then a little girl placed her leg on mine, making the centipede crawl on hers instead. Then casually, she used a pen to take it off her and then it fell onto a rock. From the rock, it started crawling towards me again and I panicked and almost slipped in the water. 

Moving Out with 4 Puppies and 1 Dog

I was in a huge house, and people were busy packing things and loading them into a big vehicle. I was just sticking around because some of the things are mine. I wasn’t too busy about it though because I was partly scared of what was happening, and I know I didn’t need to lift a finger because I was “well-taken care of”. 

In front of me was a huge red shopping bag, and inside of it were four smaller red shopping bags. Inside are small super adorable puppies. They will be brought to the vehicle to for moving into the house. My new house. 

I was moving into a new home with Mr. Perfect Skin. 

As my mom placed the fourth adorable puppy into the shopping bag, I looked down at them and thought of how cute they are, and that I’d be with them always, and felt happy about it. However, I instantly remembered I was moving out with a guy I don’t even remember being with, liking, nor loving, yet there I was allowing my things to be packed and brought to the vehicle. 

Eventually, I was resigned from the whole thing and didn’t feel like caring anymore, because I knew that I wasn’t going anywhere anyway and don’t have anything happening in my life anyway so why not see how this will work out. Besides, it seemed like it was going to be a comfortable life. 

We were also supposed to bring a dog with us, a pug. However I was told by one of the servants that the pug has run off and hidden and they have yet to look for it. I just said a detached “Ah” and then walked to the door which led to the garage where the vehicle was parked. 

Later on I was in another part of the garage and my sister was asking about the dog. I suddenly remembered that the pug really belonged to Mr. Perfect Skin’s mother, and that she was supposedly giving it to us as a going-away present. I told my sister that the servants still need to look for the dog. She then said “Bah! I bet she really doesn’t want to give it to you guys!” implying that the mother was just pretending to be nice but is really against our moving out. 

Briefly, I worried because I hate having to deal with mothers-in-law who greatly dislike me. But then I just brushed it off because I knew that Mr. Perfect Skin will practically give me everything that I need, including comfort and protection from an antagonistic party. 

After a while, I was with my sister in her car, and she was driving it, and we were talking about re-painting Mr. Perfect Skin’s car. She was talking about the “appropriate” colors for the season and the year, to ensure that luck is brought to my living together and staying with Mr. Perfect Skin. She started talking colors and years, until she said, “Ah! You’re supposed to have an 80s color! You should color your car a CEILING PINK!” with Ceiling Pink being a certain shade of pink. I refused and said I hate that kind of color and asked if there are any other colors we can use that would ensure that our relationship worked. 

Then I remember standing by the vehicle, its silvery paint being chipped off, and an ugly shade of blue showing underneath it. Suddenly I felt sad that I had to let go of something from the past. I’m not sure what it was exactly. But I suddenly felt anguished at having to leave something behind, and starting a new life with someone I barely even know.