Where’s Joseph (yes, the Biblical OT character) when you need him.<\/p>\n
About a week after we came back from our pilgrimage, I had a weird dream where we were prisoners trying to escape from a highway,<\/em> which was enclosed in a tunnel. I guess you could call it a tunnel, but there were rows of Gas stations beside us.<\/p>\n Anyways, at the end of the tunnel was a wall and a small door to freedom… but there was a helicopter that turns around to check every 5 seconds. And to get to the “border” (of freedom) takes about 20 seconds. So even if you start when the helicopter is facing the other way… it will see you,<\/em> and fire a missile at you.<\/p>\n Strangely enough, these “missiles” are timed; before<\/em> and when<\/em> they’re fired. Taking into consideration the time it takes to sprint, obviously the math shows you can actually make it unscathed, but obviously in my dream I never even tried that.<\/p>\n What kept on happening was I show up outside of the door, run a little bit, notice the helicopter turn, run back – and the helicopter sees me, fires a missile (I’m inside the tunnel again by this time), missile lands… and waits a while (while I continue to run inside, further from it) explodes and affects the gas stations beside it. And then we have the domino-effect of gas stations blowing up and catching up with me – – I live; barely<\/em> escaping the explosion(s).<\/p>\n Replenish gas stations… reset timers, and repeat excercise.<\/em><\/p>\n Oh and did I say that Mom<\/em> was the helicopter pilot? She was trying to kill me!<\/em><\/p>\n Now all of this sounds absurd of course (the sheer settings and events in the dreams, but they’re dreams after all)<\/p>\n\n This morning, I woke up from another somewhat disturbing dream. I’d call it a nightmare at first, but then it played out well… actually, it didn’t end per se, since I woke up before I could “finish” it.<\/p>\n It was a party in our old house in Valle 1, I went upstairs to get changed in my room. While going up the stairs, I heard Noelle’s voice asking where the comfort room was. I naturally answered her, and continued up the stairs while seeing her walk by downstairs.<\/p>\n I got to my room… then it hit me: Noelle Hechanova is dead!<\/em><\/p>\n “Oh crap” I thought… she’s out to get me. Then I sprinted towards the stairs, and I saw here suddenly coming up the stairs very slowly,<\/em> almost regally. But now, she wasn’t the person I saw pass by the stairs looking for the comfort room. Now she was all white, and though my view of here was from above sideways (so I couldn’t see her clearly), the “scene” resembled something close to that metal-shoe woman in the Philippine horror flick Feng-Shui.<\/em><\/p>\n This is bad: I sense a nightmare brewing<\/em>… but then she greeted me (something to the lines of “I’m here Carlo”) and was speaking very calmly, sweetly… and she had “other” dead people with her (in the dream, they we’re friends of mine too, but I couldn’t recall any of their names, or faces for that matter) I broke down and closed my eyes for fear of what their faces may look like. Though Feng-shui<\/em> didn’t scare me, experiencing the same scenario with people you actually know was different.<\/p>\n But then she took my hand and comforted me with words in her sweet, Noelle-like tone that melted away all my fear. I told her I was scared shitless, but I embraced her anyways. I told her if they wouldn’t mind me keeping my eyes closed cuz the last thing I wanted was them to pull a prank on me and show me the most horrible thing I could see (in the dream, dead people had that power I guess hehehe)<\/p>\n Though I had my eyes closed, I could “see” them (sort of a 3rd person view the whole scene) And she was beautiful, and so were the other women (they were all women actually)… if they were alive, I’d say I was a lucky guy having all these ladies surrounding and comforting me.<\/p>\n You’d think I would’ve asked why she was at my place… strangely enough, I didn’t get to that part since I woke up already.<\/p>\n I truly belive Noelle visited me through that dream… and looking back, I really appreciated it since only then did I feel how much I was “missing” her. So Noelle, thanks for stopping by, but damn, woman<\/em> – don’t ever<\/strong> do that whole horror movie thing again on me! Why couldn’t you just talk to me… there are a lot of other ways to get my undivided attention! Give my regards to the Big Man – I’ll see you soon (not anytime soon though, I hope)<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Where’s Joseph (yes, the Biblical OT character) when you need him. POW About a week after we came back from our pilgrimage, I had a weird dream where we were prisoners trying to escape from a highway, which was enclosed in a tunnel. I guess you could call it a tunnel, but there were rows … Remembering Noelle<\/h2>\n