Dreams

It’s three in the morning and the weather is damp. I woke up because someone was tapping on my window. I sleepily rub my eyes and unravel my body from my favorite old blanket. The tapping was getting louder so I got out of bed and peered outside. It was Peter Pan. I opened my window and let him in. For some time he was convincing me to go with him to Never Never Land. I was ready but Peterpan said I should fly. “How can I fly?” I asked. He told me to think of happy a thoughts so I can fly. I can’t think of one single moment that I was happy because thinking of eating food is not enough. Tinkerbell was not even around so no pixie dust. He turned away and flew out of my window.

That was obviously a fantasy. It’s something what writers call “literary license” where they have the right to exaggerate things for literary purposes. I didn’t really wake up because of Peter Pan. It was a horrible dream that wakes me up. Some bad dreams lingers even if you’re awake and that makes me crazy.

So I made up a better dream on why I am awake this hour to overwrite such disturbing dream. The dream knocked on my subconscious mind and went all the way to my Memories Cemetery. He visited one particular buried memory that died when I was in highschool. The soul of that memory was disturbed and reappeared like a ghost while I was sleeping. The worst part is, I woke up with a song in my head. It was the song “Nobody but you” by Wonder Girls. It keeps on playing that one liner until now like a broken recorder. It was horrific! Hopefully this new dream that I am weaving through writing will make me feel better and helped buried it again.

Let’s talked about my fabricated dream. First, I will not rubbed my eyes cutely when I hear someone tapping on my window. In reality, with a bolt, I will sit upright like a springed clown inside the box and then I will asked “Ano yun?!”

Second, I will not uncover my body from my favorite blanket due to the fact that I sleep naked. Besides, I’m easily get scared so I might crouch inside the blanket like a fetus inside the placenta.

Third, if the tapping gets louder, I will not got out of bed to see who it was. I will wake my girlfriend and let her see who it was so if it’s a monster, she would be eaten first.

Fourth, if it was really Peter Pan, he couldn’t get inside the window because our windows are made of jalousies. Since everybody knows him, I will tell him to fly around the building and used the fire escape so that I could let him in inside the door. Once inside, I will scold him for disturbing my sleep and why a boy his age was awake this hour.

Fifth, I might think Peter Pan is a broker or a realty state agent who wanted a sale to Never Never Land because in realty, I’m having a hard time sleeping thinking about the house and lot that I’m going to buy through Pag-ibig.

Sixth, my fabricated dream indicates that it took me sometime to think about going with him. If only Peter Pan is a lesbian or if it’s Tiger Lily who approaches me, I might have say yes in an instant.

Seventh, I was ready to go with him and in reality, I do go with a strangers. That’s is one point why I’m always in trouble. I have a habit of taking a candy from a stranger.

Eight, it shows how sad I was for the past few years and I can’t think of one single happy thought so I can fly.

Ninth, no pixie dust and I should stop believing in magic.

Tenth, he left me like hundreds of people who’ll leave and didn’t get the option to stay.

*"Nobody Nobody But You" keeps playing on my head