Joseph the Dreamer

Friday, August 20, 2004

Autograph, please!

This dream is a bit weird since I saw myself waiting for Michael Moore to sign his book "Stupid White Men" - I've just started "devouring and digesting" it yesterday afternoon. Here's the details of that dream.

"I was outside the small building or maybe a small bookstore waiting for someone to sign the book I am currently reading. People in front of me were jostling and keep pushing one another just to get close to the author Michael Moore. I was calm though amidst this helter-skelter. It looked like it started to fall drops of rain. My mind wondered why in the hell am I here? Was I in the States? Then little by little the image began to fade."

So there. I tried to recall another sequence before and after that but my brain can't do that.

Thursday, August 19, 2004

First dream

The first dream story I am going to tell is the one I just had last night. It's quite short but worth mentioning. And I will recount it just I dreamt or remember it.

"The street was a bit dark with lots of cars and pedestrians passing by. On thing amazing in the sight is that on one side of the street members of my family including my Mom (may she rest in peace) were sitting on the asphalt as if they were waiting for some movie to begin. I was confused because I couldn't see any screen on the other side of the street only cars honking as they bustle and hustle their way to beat the rush hour. Then the focus of my attention was fixed at the used, brownish wooden furnitures at the corner of the street. A few seconds passed our eldest brother bade us goodbye saying that he would go home with Mom. I was eager to accompany them but I don't know what made me stay. I was struck by the thought that I have some important things to do in the street. After that the dream began to fade as I only saw the rest of my family still sitting down on the street floor."

This dream is kind of weird since my mother is still alive, the inverse of the true and real situation. Maybe, she is still alive because in my mind she is and as most people would agree, it's difficult sometimes to forget easily a dead beloved person and better yet your own irreplaceable, one and only mother. My fear now is that since my brother accompanied my mother, would he be in a tight situation, in danger or sick? I pray to God that all is well with my brother. What do the used furnitures represent, the cars and the street? Perhaps I may not be able to answer this question right now or even in my lifetime but I know one of these days I can figure out some way to interpret them in my everyday adventure in this life.

First entry

I'm happy to post at my new created blog about dreams. Since I dream a lot I think it's wise to make a list of it and its possible interpretation or outcome. In my opinion, translation and interpretation have an indirect link with our dreams. Dreams can be a premonition, a warning, a sign or just a mere unrealized fantasy. However, they're also important because they show your unconscious being, your "anti-matter" if I can borrow that term from scientists.

So, here goes the first note. I'll start to tell my dreams tomorrow or even today if I have the time.