Casper on the Move

Dream segment for 20th July 2009

The setting is in a series of connected train platform, similar to the interconnected platforms at Charing Cross, Euston and King’s Cross St. Pancras. I am moving from one platform to another directly crossing over the tracks. The general feeling is trying to catch the right train to a destination which I do not know. I moved from one platform to another about five times. Finally, I went to the edge of the platform where I am able to get a very good view of all the on-coming trains on all platforms, hence enabling me to go to the right platform in time for the train.

As the train I wanted arrived, I immediately walk towards its designated platform as it slowed to a stop. The train is a massive dark, almost black, steam engine train. Two train engineers are aboard the train’s main carriage. As I moved closer to it, I saw a transparent male ghost slowly following the train and is moving towards the front. I can describe the ghost as male, transparent, similar to light smoke, elderly, a short shoulder shawl and a flat top hat. He reminds me of Sherlock Holmes or the character of Scrooge. As I now ran towards the train platform, the ghost followed me as our eyes met. In disbelief, I threw a notebook at it saying “stay-away” as I ran towards the train door. It continued to follow me.

I am then awakened by my wife. I was having a nightmare.

Siesta.  I dreamt of a huge ship with wheels, commonly known as an amphibian. Together with a white bearded male as the captain and other two-unidentified male as shipmates, we left an unknown port headed for the USA. While cruising in a calm sea, we passed a huge mountain on the starboard side of the ship. Regularly dotted along the coastline of the mountain are tall electrical line poles. From the view-deck where I am with the captain, I asked him where exactly we are. He simply said that we are en-route to the USA.

The air around us is very misty and icy-cold. The two other males then appeared from the lower decks into the view deck where we were. As we sailed along, I noticed the words NETHERLAND in big bold red letters in a white vertical flag along the road to which we are now passing through. The vertical flag is behind a low concrete wall amidst a large lush garden. I also now noticed that we are now in a small village with the ship now “sailing” on its wheels. As I continued to look to the ship’s aft past the white vertical flag, we soon passed a concrete arch with the words “Welcome to Stays”. I now think this is the town’s name. Our ship then continued to sail away from town towards a dark downward slope road.

The next scene I am aware is being in the rooftop of a three-storey building waiting for the ship to arrive. I soon saw the ship coming and as soon as I did, I ran down a few flights of stairs to the building’s main door to possibly intercept the ship’s arrival. However, as I opened the building’s main door, the ship just passed me further down the road and turning right at the corner. I then immediately ran upstairs, barely meeting the ship at the second floor as it docked itself. I then briefly met the captain. From the second floor, the captain and I then proceeded to the rooftop where we met a female and another younger male. The captain, female and I rode another smaller ship with the younger male “driving”. Inside this smaller ship is a brown leatherette sofa with opaque white colour everywhere. We then all discussed something about a “performance” and about who will be responsible to look after the family. The ship stopped for a while in an open-road with lakes and fish-farms in the left and open meadows on the right. The ship then turned right following the road. The captain then instructed the younger male to turn the ship around and head back home.

Dream Segment for the 23rd June 2009

My HS class adviser Mrs. Rivera and HS classmate Arvin De Guzman are singing in a school program. The whole school are watching. I can sense that the celebration is something to do about the school opening after summer vacation. The setting is peculiarly the lobby or ground floor of my old college of nursing, Quezon City Medical Center, now World Citi Colleges.

From the perspective of the stage and entertainment, my dream vision changes to that of the lobby entrance looking out into the quadrangle of the QCMCC College of Nursing. A table filled with pens attached to neck-strap holders completely covers the whole table surface. A male happily distributes the pens for free to everybody. With my back turned towards the stage where my old HS adviser Mrs Rivera and HS classmate Arvin De Guzman are singing earlier, I now have a strong feeling that the entertainers are now Madonna Decena and Aris Villa. I turned to look and saw Madonna Decena singing while Aris Villa cannot be found anywhere. The dream’s atmosphere also changed to that of enrolment chaos and celebration.

The final segment of this dream suddenly changes to that of the old Kalentong Street filled with waist-deep flood water. I can see three young boys slowly making their way in the flood waters towards Shaw Boulevard with a strong sense of determination.

Last night I dreamt of myself and my son in a small snack bar in a gasoline station. The light is dim and we were having some late night snacks of burgers and carbonated drinks. A small 2-door hatchback car pulled over directly in front of the window where we were seated.