The Paostian Deal

The summer + tropical country + over-population heat is murdering my cells and I entirely can’t be any slower.

This happened the other week, when I woke up to a very intriguing… dawn. Wait, is 4AM dawn or is it midnight doing overtime? Anyway, cuckoo, I was supposed to wake up and get up that early because I had an early day at work. More than it being a Monday doesn’t make it peculiarly something else, it’s how I awoke that made it intriguing. You see I woke up to a dream… about Judy Ann Santos. I know. Weird. Don’t get me wrong—I’ve no real problem with that actress-celebrity. But WTF was she doing in my dream? The last time I talked to that woman in person was about 10 months ago. And we were talking about bread. Apparently this is how delayed my subconscious has become: Interact now, remember a decade later.

Anyway, the dream. Juday and I were in a wash-slash-dressing room and we were washing our faces. Then we talked about cosmetics, facial care and—wait for it—how she admires my skin. In that dream itself I knew I was dreaming. Then the follow-through: I turned on the tube to have company in the breakfast table. Then. I saw. What was on. Ghostrider. A.k.a. Nicolas Cage At 439: Hollywood Goes Botox-Free.

What in the world could this mean? Dream Moods tries to help me makes sense of that morning:

To see one’s face in a dream, says the site, means you’re hiding the real you from other people. Hmm. But if do let out my “true self”, then the world will be less, less, LESS populated what with me taking good care of all the idiots messing with my nerves—including smokers getting sick because of their hobby and complaining about it. Not bad a message. On the other hand, it could also mean your “willingness to deal with problems in your life.” Hell yeah, I am very much willing. Truck exhausts, be prepared.

Water symbolizes life. If you’re “splashed by it” in your dream, it shows your need to be revitalized and be more expressive. I am hell out of the current shtint—shit stint—at work right now. Check. I have told the powers-that-would about it. Check. They are working with me to fix it. Bullcrap.

A woman in your dream, DM continues, signifies “nurturance, passivity, caring nature, and love. It refers to your own female aspects…” I knew it. It’s the estrogen. And everybody else keeps denying it. Oh well. On the other hand, it can also mean temptation and guilt. O-kay. Yet I’m no Eve—for I’d have taken that reptile home as a pet instead of playing hypocrite.

To see Judy Ann Santos in your dream means you’re having a soap opera overload. But Beauty & the Geek is so addictive, and Philippine news always catches me in the morning!

To see your reflection in the mirror means you’re mulling self-perception. Guilty. I’m too nice: Maybe I should just shoot dog owners in the village regularly-losing-their-pets-and-finding-them-in-our-laundry-area and get on with our blasted lives.

Washing one’s self means pride on “social life and personal endeavors.” HOGWASH. Five days a week I rot in an UN-air conditioned office in the middle of a rice field only moss can grow on, play Tea Party with officemates who obviously hate one another, then almost never see Friends because they just want to stay in on weekends. When your colegiala-beyond-repair sisters’ OhMyGod! Gang pay your house a pest visit. Also that dream element could mean getting rid of “unhappy experiences or emotions in life.” Now there’s a perpetual job.

So what of the follow-through? I certainly don’t fancy Nicolas Cage—not that I fancy Judy Ann either, sicko. Only one message I could think of: There’s always a nightmare after every dream.