DREAM ANALYSIS

13^th Friday March 2015

 

 

Last night I slept at half past eleven in the evening. Without any interruption in my sleep, my own consciousness had awakened me at exactly ten after five. And just like before, I happen to have a dream sequence which I deem to be worth- framing for a narration. I, ideally would retell everything in these pages for scrutiny.

 

Every dream is a piece of art- a literature; a piece of work that is constructed by the mind, and of course constructed to be understood and be taken as a food- a main course equivalent to self-understanding. That is how I rephrase the words of Frued.

 

The dream sequence is subdivided into two segments. I could not possibly say the length of each unfolding but I would try to decipher the meaning of each, for the understanding of my own psyche.

 

All I can recollect form the first fragment is somewhat morbid. And let me show you a snapshot. I found myself in a sofa, a not so grand abode; it resembles an ordinary room in a typical Filipino house. I believe my quick glances in the house told me that the dwelling is concrete already and unpainted on the inside.

 

For the contents, I manage to behold that near me there is a television set, complimentary to the chrome of the house it is also in black and white. In front of the television set, sits a number of young faces, which numbers from five to seven. They, in my opinion while I was in the dream, are also known to me but I could barely recognize their faces. Their being there compliments the grayness of the scenery. The children were so absorbed watching a show in the electronic box.

 

Moments later, a female student of mine came in together with her things and a transparent rectangular pink lunchbox filled with rice of course. A colleague of mine in school appeared, one of my former teachers in Science, specifically Chemistry, she was also talking as she came near me. The female student who went in first situated herself at the back of the children who were at that moment watching the television. Coming out from nowhere a stretcher came in with a corpse in it; as it appears, a relative of Madrigal, my former student. Mrs. Suarez suddenly became busy also in the advent of accommodating both the living and the dead client.

 

I realized I was in a morgue.

 

It was just time for lunch then. The undertaker came in to perform his expertise. I think I had a side glance as he started a cut in the stomach; no blood yet gushed, for I dint continue to stare at it- I dint dare to watch the spectacle. Also happening at that moment, just next to the embalming section was the meal of the children and my colleague. They were busy eating. The viand I managed to peer at it also, were deliciously cut meat in brown sauce, medium-sized cubes of meat. I just don’t know if it’s pork of beef but judging by the color, most probably it is beef for it is somewhat dark.

 

The impression of the event made my stomach twitch. I did wonder how they can eat near a corpse that is being processed.

 

Later on my mother told me during the morning that there might be a relative of ours who would soon pass away. It is a bad omen to dream of these things. She told me also that her dream the other night was ominous for death also, for she had lost her tooth. This is the first part of the sequence which I remembered.

 

The second part of the dream sequence which I still can remember is lighter in the onset compared with the previous one. For this one I found myself together with a girlfriend of mine; name not given but what is sure is that she is of acceptable beauty--- sleeve-length black hair, conventional nose, a pretty face in short. We were, as it seemed looking for a place to stay. The day is perfect to be outdoors, not raining nor blazing, not so gloomy all the same. The place resembles a tourist destination here in our province- a hill, visited by people, it’s just that at the foot of the hill where we plan to stay there is a concrete picturesque house , concrete in appearance and having octagonal roof. In each part of the octagon there is a plant which bears pink blossoms. The plant’s like a cherry blossom in its younger state, yet it blooms.

 

We then found ourselves chatting there on top of that overlooking house. I did not notice there was another lady who’s a pal of my girlfriend as it seems. I got confused suddenly for the girlfriend that I suppose to be with seemed to be just a prospect mine during the course of our conversation. And the other lady, who later revealed to be a former apprentice of my colleague in the English department, had revealed that she likes me.

 

I believe the conversation lasted for an hour or so, and then we went out of the building. Suddenly, I was arrested by the desire to grab one of the plants in the octagon. So, I went up again. I was trying to reach out for the plant when suddenly I heard someone cried out, “Hoy!!”

 

As I turned I saw an old lady looking sternly at me.

I then, heard the voice of my actual mother endeavouring to wake me up. I was groaning in my sleep. That is the end of the second segment.

 

And now, let us come for the realization of the symbols and the events.