Category: dreams

Now…

by : Bacardi Gold
23/feb/2021

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If i won’t do it
it will be forever within me
If i won’t do it
all of me will become dusts
If i won’t do it now
thoughts will be thoughts
till the end of time
I’m writing now
so reflections of me will remain
and linger on anybody’s cognition
So I will be remembered…
________________________

Pile of Lies

by : Bacardi Gold
11/Dec/2020

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i heard the breeze outside
coming in
as i laid down my body
on a silver screen


drowsiness and fatigue
i was beaten
white smoke embraced me
all of a sudden


drifting dusts of realities
of the olden years
appeared as i succumbed
to a seabed of fantasies


scenes kept on changing
by the minute
softness of the colors darkened
without limit


astounded me as memories
ran the mile
yesterday’s truth was dumped
on the pile of lies


as the dawning light
of the joyous peeping sun
i was awakened by the truth
of how the dream begun…





I Heard Music, A Different kind…

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My fingers kept tapping the keys
I would begin, stop, begin again
My mind would dictate what I write
The sentences would not be right
But I continued to tap the keys 
And I heard slow music escaping 
the sharpness of my consciousness
The sleepy me, now tapping the keys
With one finger like dipping into a sauce
'Till I dropped my head on the table
losing consciousness but, I heard music
A different kind, but soft........
So soft I got drowned into it until a hand
Tapped my back and a voice got into my ear,

"You're in Heaven My son. You had
a heart attack and didn't survived."
I didn't survive? How come? But I heard you
talking to me. We're talking to each other.
Besides, I'm too young to... to be attacked 
by a....heart attack? But I'm not bulging fat, 
I'm so thin and too young to be dead!
"My son, wake up! You're late!" Late, what?
"It's your funeral, wake up and get yourself
ready.You'll have to be in your coffin in an
hour.The priest is coming." 

How would I end this story? I'm so sleepy.
I better transfer to my bed than here at the
table. Hhmmm. I can sleep soundly on my bed.
I better go to sleep now. I'll dream
the ending of my dream...story..... BBzzzzz!

Tony A. comments on “What’s the meaning of my dreams”

Is it unusual to make a post out of a comment from a confidant? This concerns about the images during my sleep. I am a little bit distracted about the causes of those images . Why that kind of images in succession was created in my mind as I was at rest.

Last week, I wrote about my dreams and at the last part of the post I ask if there’s anyone who can interpret scenes in my dream. Tony A. was the one who made an “in-depth analysis” of my dream. He replied intelligently about the images that appeared in my dreams. He acted like a psychiatrist, scientist, and a fortune teller at the same time. (smiles) But thanks to him, he was right. His interpretation was exactly what I was thinking everyday after all these months of the pandemic. Here’s the portion from my post last week for those who were not able to read the part:

Scene 1 :

“The queue was long and people were conversing with each other and overheard this. “What’s the job you’re applying for?” I was puzzled to be in that queue, lining for a job interview. ………I heard it. “He’s too gentle for the job.” I got more confused and clueless about the whole thing. “

Scene 2 :

“In that space of nothingness, I met my brother-in-law on a bike while I was waiting for a ride. I don’t know where I was going to. With my knapsack strapped on my back, I saw his face. He was a little bit concerned where I was going.“

Tony A. :

Here is Tony A.’s analysis :

“The queue outside the church represents the work and social connections of the society you live in. The ‘too gentle’ advice is you accepting you don’t fit into the pattern. The link with your brother -in-law shows you have a desire to travel and leave your present environment but have no definite plans -hence the look of concern on his face.”

I find his dissection of the scenes correct. The interpretation was precise. In anticipation of my desire to return to the big city was a big obstacle for me since I keep on worrying when it would be possible. Since the first lockdown in the country was imposed, I have already spent months in the province. And that’s what I’ve been thinking of. In addition, I really miss travelling inside and outside the country. One trip has already been cancelled due to this virus pandemic.

Tony A. nailed it.

Thank you, Tony A.

–o0o–

What’s the meaning of my dreams?

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Just recently, I dreamed of myself in a line outside the church. I don’t know why I was there. The queue was long and people were conversing with each other and overheard this. “What’s the job you’re applying for?” I was puzzled to be in that queue, lining for a job interview. When it was my turn to be screened by these two middle aged women, they made whispers loud enough to be heard by me. I don’t know why they made such a buzzing, gossiping into each other’s ears.

I heard it. “He’s too gentle for the job.” I got more confused and clueless about the whole thing. What was the job’s description?

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Then I was awakened . I have slept with my right arm pinned on my right side. It hurt for a while and it was discomforting for me to be sleeping again on the right side. I changed position. It took some fifteen minutes to bring me into a pensive mood. Dreamy stage was inviting me again. Little by little I succumb into a deep repose. But I could still hear the handy rain that poured.

In that space of nothingness, I met my brother-in-law on a bike while I was waiting for a ride. I don’t know where I was going to. With my knapsack strapped on my back, I saw his face. It was a little bit concerned where I was going.

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We were not aware of his return from abroad as a seaman.

I was half asleep half awakened as I turned my other side of the body. I could still hold my mind’s faculty that I will remember my dreams when I am fully awakened. But I strained myself to stand up in the middle of that dopy drowsiness.

I was able to jot it down on paper so I could write about it.

What’s the meaning of my dreams? Anybody who can interpret this ?

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