I had a dream that I was in line in some kind of co-ed bathroom. *lucid dream mode - I know I was in a dream but I didn't want to wake up just yet* I saw JD Khe in line. I was curious as to why he was in my dream. I dream of dead relative and friends once in a while and I knew that they usually have something to remind me or tell me so I stuck around. It's also probably because in my dream I really feel like I needed to pee. I cut in line but later fell back to the original spot and I ended up being behind him in the line. There was a person between us but we talked. He called me "Dora!" and I corrected him and told him that my mom was Dodie and my name was Nina. He said, "So all this time I was calling you by the wrong nickname?" and I simple said "Yup."
I didn't get to pee at that line. The toilet at the end of the line was not available. I went out and ended up running around looking for a bathroom where I can pee. I ran into a bathroom where most of the people inside were soldiers. I knew them from somewhere but I just said "Opps!" and left. There was another bathroom that I went into and I got in. I woke up before I could really pee. For some reason my head hurt when I woke up and I had that headache until the time I got to work. Weird interpretation for my dream items though since they fit my real life situations.
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Line
To dream that you are standing in line represents your need for patience. You need to learn to wait for something and not always have it right away.
* I definitely need to remember this. Since I would be going through a lot of waiting next year. I need to make sure to be patient and get a job that fits my needs. Med card, better pay and possibility of going up.
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Bathroom
To dream that you are in the bathroom, relates to your instinctual urges. You may be experiencing some burdens/feelings and need to "relieve yourself". Alternatively, a bathroom symbolizes purification and self-renewal. You need to cleanse yourself, both emotionally and psychologically.
To dream that you can not find the bathroom or that you have difficulties finding one indicates that you have difficulties in releasing and expressing your emotions. You are holding back your true feelings about something.
** So true...
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Dead
To see your dead sibling, relative, or friend in your dream indicates that you miss them and are trying to relive your old experiences you had with them. In trying to keep up with the pace of your daily waking life, your dreams may serve as your only outlet in coping and coming to terms with the loss of a loved one.
*** I think that when you are shocked about someone's passing there are times when you still dream about them, like there are visiting you or reminding you of something about them that made them so great. In this case it was his unusual sense of humor. But yeah, definitely I'd miss Sir Khe for a very long time.
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Monday, November 28, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
I got Fired...
Fired
To dream that you are fired from your job. indicates that you are wanting to end some relationship or situation in your waking life. It also suggests that you are repressing what you really desire most.
While these kinds of dreams may highlight your subconscious emotional reactions to situations at work, they can also present solutions to these situations by representing your subconscious emotional state, both in your work-life and beyond it. Dreaming about being at work in general most obviously indicates a feeling of being overworked, or of being overwhelmed by career issues. It can also be a sign that you need to be more productive at work.
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Being fired from a job in a dream represents opportunity. Maybe it’s time for a change? At this point in your life, you’re probably unhappy with the situation you’re in and the job you have. But you’re afraid to let go of your current position and move onto something better. You’re in fear that there’s a possible chance that you won’t be able to move forward and instead proceed backwards. This can also be your mind trying to promote you to do well. You’re probably scared that you’ll be bad at your job and that you’re going to get fired. Also this is in relation to being insecure, in a sense of how you’re doing and your current position in life.
But in these situations the best thing to do is to move forward. Even though it may seem that your life is not at where you want, you have the ability to change it. Change will always be for the better.
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I had a dream last night that I got fired for some reason or I was that I just got chewed up by my boss and it ended with my position in a pending state. It's probably from the shock that I got when Sam told me Liz isn't in Spicus anymore. I was also very tired from all the hooplah we had for our Scrabble tournament shirt. I hate that I have a class at 1320 KT. Luckily I have a postponed class for my 1330. But since my 1340 already renewed I can't play for longer than 10 minutes. That means I could probably play once in the entire game. And it's a single elimination! This sucks. Big time!
Which reminds me, I need to buy a Scrabble game for my sister and my nephews so they can improve their spelling and vocabulary skills.
I didn't play all that much before so I don't really know the rules all that well. I don't even know any strategies to win this game. So I don't want my sister to have that kind of problem. Anyway. Oh and that thing where you shake the letters in a plastic box and make the most words in under a period of time. I need to buy one of those.
As for my job, I like it. I don't have any plans of moving to a different company anytime soon. And I can safely say it's because somehow despite the heaps of crap people have been pilling on top of the last pile and the few people that I don't even care much about to blog about, I like our weird group. MAXINATION TO THE MAX! We won't always get along but them make working less irritating.
I just wonder what this newb Korean manager is going to bring into the hotpot that is our office. I hope not a lot of things would be lost in translation yet again.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Dreaming about the C. A. T.s
I had another dream. No this blog is not a dream dictionary blog. But since I can still remember it, I might as well tell you about it. I probably won't remember it for much longer.
Anyway, it featured a group of friends who are dear to me. The Chillers and Thrillers a.k.a. C.A.T.s. In the dream we were all in our hometown and we were in a native restaurant then in a farm and we were all eating mangoes. I remember that it seemed to be a farm that one of us owned. It was Kathy's farm, to be more exact. It was odd. Last time I saw her was when I was in McDonald's and I was with my sister and nephews.
It felt good to wake up after that dream. I think it's just about time that I should reconnect with the real world. I haven't gone out with friend for months and literally become a hermit in my tiny room. But I wasn't worried that something bad happened to any of my friends. You can't have nice dreams like that and worry. Most of my friends are happily coupled, others are focusing on their careers.
I think I am the only one who doesn't have a career goal or a life goal that I am working on. Oh well.
P.S. I didn't get a Google Adsense approval yet again. The ghost of my stupidity is continuing. I hope that I can get one soon. But if not, bah-humbug.
Anyway, it featured a group of friends who are dear to me. The Chillers and Thrillers a.k.a. C.A.T.s. In the dream we were all in our hometown and we were in a native restaurant then in a farm and we were all eating mangoes. I remember that it seemed to be a farm that one of us owned. It was Kathy's farm, to be more exact. It was odd. Last time I saw her was when I was in McDonald's and I was with my sister and nephews.
It felt good to wake up after that dream. I think it's just about time that I should reconnect with the real world. I haven't gone out with friend for months and literally become a hermit in my tiny room. But I wasn't worried that something bad happened to any of my friends. You can't have nice dreams like that and worry. Most of my friends are happily coupled, others are focusing on their careers.
I think I am the only one who doesn't have a career goal or a life goal that I am working on. Oh well.
P.S. I didn't get a Google Adsense approval yet again. The ghost of my stupidity is continuing. I hope that I can get one soon. But if not, bah-humbug.
Monday, December 13, 2010
On Destiny and Naked Men
Remember the Korean ghost blog? I think this balances things out. I had another dream last week. I was lying on my bed then a man wearing a towel around his waist burst into my room (the exact one where I am living in now). He was HOT. He was talking in English about him being my roommate (impossible men are banned on our floor) and that he was someone I know's son. Weird.
I wonder what naked man in dreams mean. Wait. *Googling*
To see a naked person in your dream and you are disgusted by it, represents some anxiety about discovering the naked truth about that person or situation. It may also foretell of an illicit love affair, a loss of prestige or some scandalous activity. On the other hand, if you are accepting of someone else's nudity, then it implies that you can see right through them and their intentions. Or perhaps, you are completely accepting them for who they are. If you do not care about someone else's nudity, then it suggests that you need to learn not to be afraid of rejection. (from dream moods)
But the big question is, who is that guy? He told me his name. I know it. But I forgot to write it down. Crap.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Big Mark and a Korean Ghost
I've been watching Korean dramas lately so I think that is where this is coming from. But for the life of me I can't understand why my dream involved Big Mark of all people.
So I was in a room and Big came in. He looked slimmer than usual but I know it was him. Then when I looked at him his face was diagonal. Seriously freaked me out so that was the point in the dream when I knew I was in a dream. (This happens to me all the time, an awareness that I am in a dream.) Then he was talking funny because maybe his mouth was like that. He was spouting words like he was scared out of his mind, like he couldn't collect enough sanity to put a sentence together. And this man can talk like an automatic gun so I slapped him on the face and told him to get a grip. He said something and pointed at a man that I had noticed in the beginning of the dream.
That was the only time that I realized that the man was not really a man but a ghost. And this ghost was not a Filipino. It was a Korean ghost.
Okay so I woke up right after that.
I cussed, "Frack you, Big!" just to appease my fear.
I looked at the window and saw someone looking in. There shouldn't be anyone there since 1) The window opens to the roof. 2) The window is closed.
I sat up and looked at it. I hissed, "Go away!" Then went back to sleep.
I remembered what my other psycho...psychic friend told me during a friend's wedding. "You do know what you attract when your hair is short, right?"
I know. I attract jerks and spirits.
Darn. I could settle for jerks. At least you can drop kick them in the nuts. Spirits are a whole different stories.
Darn it. I might need to stop watching Korean dramas for a while. Thank God I finished downloading the latest episode of Glee.
So I was in a room and Big came in. He looked slimmer than usual but I know it was him. Then when I looked at him his face was diagonal. Seriously freaked me out so that was the point in the dream when I knew I was in a dream. (This happens to me all the time, an awareness that I am in a dream.) Then he was talking funny because maybe his mouth was like that. He was spouting words like he was scared out of his mind, like he couldn't collect enough sanity to put a sentence together. And this man can talk like an automatic gun so I slapped him on the face and told him to get a grip. He said something and pointed at a man that I had noticed in the beginning of the dream.
That was the only time that I realized that the man was not really a man but a ghost. And this ghost was not a Filipino. It was a Korean ghost.
Okay so I woke up right after that.
I cussed, "Frack you, Big!" just to appease my fear.
I looked at the window and saw someone looking in. There shouldn't be anyone there since 1) The window opens to the roof. 2) The window is closed.
I sat up and looked at it. I hissed, "Go away!" Then went back to sleep.
I remembered what my other psycho...psychic friend told me during a friend's wedding. "You do know what you attract when your hair is short, right?"
I know. I attract jerks and spirits.
Darn. I could settle for jerks. At least you can drop kick them in the nuts. Spirits are a whole different stories.
Darn it. I might need to stop watching Korean dramas for a while. Thank God I finished downloading the latest episode of Glee.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
archive A Dream of Reality
Sep 23, 2010 (3 days ago)
A Dream of Reality
by Pinaywriter
Isn't it odd that when we learn to accept things it never quite registers in our subconscious. Well following my previous blog my subconscious told me one thing that was very clear, crystal even. I am definitely and undeniably over you. Why? I dreamt about you and her. Yes, I haven't seen her in real life. But I saw her picture once in your wallet, remember. That knocked the wind out of me actually. Then you replaced her picture with mine. But I knew the picture was there. You told me you removed it. Somehow in my head I knew she would always be there. The same way my dad kept his picture of my mom when she was still a maiden of hotness.
Anyway, in my dream I was in some kind of mall. And I saw you. The weird thing was that in the beginning you were shirtless. I know what that means, no dream dictionary needed there. But I didn't feel that usual kick in the guts arousal that comes from seeing you without your shirt on. It was the regular kind, like when I see Derek Ramsey's abs.
I greeted you and you wore a shirt finally and walked with me. I asked you who you were with. I teased a bit and even gave you a peck on the cheek. It wasn't naughty or sexual it was more like the kind one give's in a beso-beso. Someone was calling you from behind. I saw this short, slighty obese woman with long hair and baduy top and skirt calling for you. I think this is the classic mom with two kids look. So I knew she would be hot in real life if my head was putting her image together like this. I know I am over you but I can't control my mind's malevolence.
I knew it was her. I said goodbye and walked away. You didn't move towards her or towards me. You stood there and watched me walk away while she walked towards you. I felt like my dream was being way too dramatic. I began to urge my mind to wake up. I wanted that dream to have that as an ending. But it didn't end.
I was at the foodcourt area when I saw the two of you. I smiled and faced her with all the normalcy that I could muster. She smiled and seemed friendly. I told her that I was Anthony's ex-girlfriend's friend. I didn't exactly know why I used him as an excuse but she had that glint in her eyes that were measuring if I was one of your many women. I wanted her to not be bothered that day and I didn't want to cause a scene so I said that. I remember not sitting or joining you. I feigned the need to go ahead since I still had a lot to buy.
I said my goodbyes and walked away. I saw myself walk away and saw her face you and ask you something. You faced her to explain something. She didn't look so happy with what you said.
The odd thing was, I didn't care.
I am sorry. That must've hurt to read, but I guess whether or not you'll get back together with her, I don't care. My life that had you as its center is over, that chapter has been written, revisited, revised, and buried.
I have a new chapter to write. Clean sheet of paper. New ink. New leading man, perhaps? I hope so. And different plot points as well as an ending that has me in the arms of a man of my very own, most assuredly.
Anyway, in my dream I was in some kind of mall. And I saw you. The weird thing was that in the beginning you were shirtless. I know what that means, no dream dictionary needed there. But I didn't feel that usual kick in the guts arousal that comes from seeing you without your shirt on. It was the regular kind, like when I see Derek Ramsey's abs.
I greeted you and you wore a shirt finally and walked with me. I asked you who you were with. I teased a bit and even gave you a peck on the cheek. It wasn't naughty or sexual it was more like the kind one give's in a beso-beso. Someone was calling you from behind. I saw this short, slighty obese woman with long hair and baduy top and skirt calling for you. I think this is the classic mom with two kids look. So I knew she would be hot in real life if my head was putting her image together like this. I know I am over you but I can't control my mind's malevolence.
I knew it was her. I said goodbye and walked away. You didn't move towards her or towards me. You stood there and watched me walk away while she walked towards you. I felt like my dream was being way too dramatic. I began to urge my mind to wake up. I wanted that dream to have that as an ending. But it didn't end.
I was at the foodcourt area when I saw the two of you. I smiled and faced her with all the normalcy that I could muster. She smiled and seemed friendly. I told her that I was Anthony's ex-girlfriend's friend. I didn't exactly know why I used him as an excuse but she had that glint in her eyes that were measuring if I was one of your many women. I wanted her to not be bothered that day and I didn't want to cause a scene so I said that. I remember not sitting or joining you. I feigned the need to go ahead since I still had a lot to buy.
I said my goodbyes and walked away. I saw myself walk away and saw her face you and ask you something. You faced her to explain something. She didn't look so happy with what you said.
The odd thing was, I didn't care.
I am sorry. That must've hurt to read, but I guess whether or not you'll get back together with her, I don't care. My life that had you as its center is over, that chapter has been written, revisited, revised, and buried.
I have a new chapter to write. Clean sheet of paper. New ink. New leading man, perhaps? I hope so. And different plot points as well as an ending that has me in the arms of a man of my very own, most assuredly.
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