Archive for ‘Dreams’

July 9, 2011

Of long days and typewriters

It has been a long day for me today. It started with a frenetic pace when I woke up just 45 minutes before the PTA conference of sorts started. Since the school gym was located at the other side of town, I knew I had to beat time and traffic. Unfortunately, somebody else was already hogging the bathroom.

Since I am not one who is comfortable prancing about before taking a bath, I waited for a good 10 minutes before the person finally exited the bathroom. All went into a blur, and as far as I am concerned, I remember being dressed eventually, and with 10 minutes to go, I started the motorcycle and pretty much flew across town.

Thank God I did not run into any vehicular accidents. Otherwise, that would have made my day a little bit more interesting.

The meeting went well. Same words or so as last year. But at least I showed up. I already did some injustice to my daughter when she was excluded from the dance the kids performed because apparently her school shoes are not the right ones. Meh.

Good thing about today was that I accomplished much. After the meeting, I stopped by Steds, a local convenience store, to buy bread and some milk for the kids. I got some food for myself, too. When I got home, I gave the kids a bath, cooked lunch, then sat down to work. I finished work in 3 hours, which felt quite good, if I may say so.

After working, the four of us rode around town just for fun. This is a really good substitute for going soemwhere especially if you have less than 500 pesos in your pocket. We stopped by The Boulevard and just let the kids run around… it was a good two hours.

Everything went blurry again after that… all I know is that I managed to cook dinner, eat dinner, and now here I am rambling away because I need to unload.

Honestly? My back hurts, my fingers hurt so much… but I type nonetheless. Because in typing – like I did when I used my grandfather’s trusty typewriter – I learned that I can lose myself through writing. I may not be the best at it, but I know that it is what I want to do.

And now, I want to put let my hands rest for a while.

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April 4, 2011

Today, in my dreams

My friend told me to take note of my dreams.

Most of these musings have been written in my journal especially those that are quite disturbing for me.

For the past few days, my dreams revolve around storm spirits or venti, gods and goddesses in both Roman and Greek forms, and myself waking up as though I have been fighting evil throughout the night.

Of course, there is nothing to fight when I one my eyes and see the orange glow that my night light gives out.

I have a night light. Yes, I do.

in the past, my dreams are vivid, heart pounding and often exhilerating. I remember what happened and I can zero in on clues that allow me to at least interpret the dream better.

But today (tonight), the dream is not so clear. All I know is that I felt like I was part of a story or a movie, and that of course I was a demigod. Whose child was I? I have no idea yet.

I always fancied myself the daughter of Ares, but then again I am not so sure now. While I do have a certain affinity with fire, and somehow I have a hard time relating with “organic life forms” also known as humans… I’ve come to a theory that I may be a child of Hephaestus. Maybe.

Somehow my dreams are this much interesting whenever I start read about myths.

And yes, I reckon this is what I get for devouring Rick Riordan’s “The Lost Hero”. I am almost at the end. 😉