Even Dreams Bite

I started writing this entry at ten in the evening, with the desire to express how bugged I am the past few days.

This year’s summer has been one of the busiest days of my life, as my graduation is coming close. As a Political Science student, we have to take Political Science 190 as a course requirement. Described as Practicum in Political Science, this is a way to gauge the extent of learning a student acquired from his course through application and employment of various political theories in our everyday living. From our centralized, not-so-regular class meetings in UP Diliman (which served as our campus this summer), we ventured out of our comfort zones upon integrating with the indigenous people in Ifugao, urban poor families in Quezon City and the bureaucrats in the House of Representatives.

Our practicum/on-the-job training will only last for a month, thus resulting to a heavier academic load and a stressful life. If there’s one thing (aside from playing Tekken 5 through my PSP) that would relieve the fatigue I feel, that’s when I sleep.

But the images I see during my sleep even added to my worries now.

Since time immemorial, I am fascinated with dreams and my ability to recall them. Although I forget my dream/s at times, I try and become successful in retrieving them a lot of times, adding to another pool of [subconscious] experiences I would love to share with my friends. There has been efforts to write them in a notebook, but I always fail.

Two weeks ago, I had this kilig sensation upon waking up because of my biggest local celebrity crush. In “preparation” for the date, I wore my best suit after bathing. Then I went out of my house to search for a cab. What I found weird was that I still took the MRT on my way to Cubao! Fortunately, it was a glitch-free ride, preserving my look that time.

Seven in the evening. I was surprised to see her early, but that was just okay. Actually, I didn’t recall what we exactly did or talked about. I was just struck big time when she hugged me tight.

When I woke up, I was just smiling. It’s as if I want to go back and continue the scene.

But my dream a few nights ago gave me the chills.

My incisors were misaligned. In my effort to tuck and align them through my tongue, it crushed. The process just kept on repeating until I woke up.

Dreams about losing/crushing teeth, according to the Greeks, “indicates that a family member or close friend is very sick or even near death”. Thanks to Dream Moods. I asked my mom about what it means, and she told me that someone might die.

For days, I was puzzled. I was thinking of my grandmother who might be killed because of a conflict with some of our relatives. My uncles abroad also concerned me. Prayers and wishful thinking are the only things I could do. I feel so helpless.

One Monday morning (around 1-2 AM), someone’s following me on my way home. He went out of the bus with me. I crossed the street, but opted to walk instead of riding a tricycle. Using my peripheral vision, I saw him tracking a different way. But to my surprise, he was just beside me.

I alerted myself as I kept walking. He was just following, glancing at me every now and then. Upon reaching our street, he disappeared. But remembering my dream, paranoia started. I thought of my family prone to danger because of the guy. To avert this, I went out of our street, chasing for the guy. I only entered our house after ensuring he’s not around anymore.

I was relieved.

On that same morning, I was shocked upon seeing a friend’s YM status. His mom died yesterday. That made me extremely sad even up until now.

Reality bites, but dreams surfacing into reality bite harder and more painful.

Today, I woke up around 6 PM already. While sleeping, I dreamt of a friend punching me, and my teeth were rooted out. I immediately read some of the things written in Dream Moods to clarify the dream.

Now, I just hope that this dream means a different thing.