Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Roob'n Dreams (08/04/09)
The one where I get LOST...
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Her long blonde hair danced like strands of godrays under the ocean waves. Her skin was pale and cold like the depths. Her eyelids were heavy, her lungs hardened, and her heart burned. Was she dead? She continued to ask herself the question, all she could think to do, as she floated helplessly in the chilled embrace of limbo. When she finally opened her eyes, the stinging saltwater let her know she was alive. And that gave her a surge of hope, a sliver of fight. The rest of the invigoration came from the thought that she must find James. She had lost him, but she could beat the fear of breathlessness out of her mind and kick her legs determinedly to swim upwards.
She could see a light up there. Somewhere up there, she would find breath again. She would find James. After long arduous seconds of adrenaline-filled strokes, her head broke the surface of the water. She gasped for air, and panicked briefly, when the fierce white light met her tired eyes. But she quickly realized that it wasn't the white flash caused by the bomb. It was the generous sun, come from behind some clouds to warm her tear-stained face. As she bobbed above the ocean waves, Juliet breathed again, and cried freely. She was alive, and she would find James again.
--- ---
I couldn't stop looking at her. Not only was the woman mysterious, her shivering form drenching the towel that was wrapping her, but she was beautiful as well. Ocean water still dripped from her blonde hair, her bright blue eyes darted back and forth across the inside of the submarine, and her pouty lips were as wordless as the quiet depths of the sea. After she had told us her name, she had spoken nothing more.
No one on the sub knew where she had come from. No one could explain how a woman could find herself floating so far out at sea, alive. Then again, there were a lot of things about this trip that no one could explain. I was still racking my brains for ideas that could solve the mystery of the beautiful castaway when one of the submarine's crew began to sedate the passengers again. Soon, we would reach the island. I adjusted my khaki Dharma jumpsuit and made myself comfortable for the nap that would come. As I began to lose consciousness, the shivering woman's eyes met my gaze; and I fell asleep, wondering if I would ever see Juliet again.
--- ---
When we arrived at the island, I was pleased to see that Juliet was still with us. She was dry, and less jittery. There was still a look of concern on her face, but she seemed a lot more calm than before. A little too calm, I would say, because the rest of us were still feeling queasy from the sedatives that we got in the submarine. Juliet didn't seem drowsy at all.
Apparently, she received special treatment. This was further confirmed when a man driving a small golf cart drove up to the submarine dock to pick her up. The rest of us were meant to cram inside a blue van with the Dharma Initiative logo on it. Just before I stepped inside the van, I turned to glance at Juliet again. Our eyes met once more, this time, like they did in the submarine. For some reason, it felt as if I hadn't been the only one stealing glances in the other's direction.
I hesitated to get inside the van, and this led her to approach me, leaving the man in the golf cart to wait. "Hi Juliet", I said, betraying my secret of hoping that she wanted to talk to me.
"Hello", she said back, "What's your name?"
"I'm-", but I never got to finish my sentence. The man in the golf cart interrupted, in annoyed tones, "He can come with us, Juliet. We have to go!"
Juliet nodded towards the golf cart, then walked away from me. She didn't turn to check up on me, but her confidence was right. I followed.
The man in the golf cart was a short, balding, middle-aged man with pale skin and beady eyes. He had a soothing voice, albeit a sharp tongue. "You choose the best of times to socialize and make new friends, Juliet", the man driving the golf cart said, with obvious sarcasm.
"I didn't know one had to wait for specific times to be friendly, Ben", Juliet responded.
"Sometimes specific times is all we have left to go by", Ben muttered, and the golf cart sped off.
--- ---
We rode silently for a while, the golf cart following a dirt path away from the coast and towards the grassy hills inside of the island. I had to break the silence to ask some questions, "Why didn't we follow the Dharma van? Are we going somewhere different?"
"Yes, Ben, where ARE we going?", added Juliet.
"We are going to find your friends, Juliet", was Ben's cool and collected reply, "Your real friends. Whatever it is that the 'smoke monster' is playing at, it means we can't trust anyone. Everyone can be not who they say they are. I can't even trust MYSELF!"
"So, who are we looking for?", Juliet asked.
"We're looking for Jack", Ben said, matter-of-factly.
"Wait, what? Jack-who?", I had to intervene, "And what are you talking about, you can't trust yourself?? And you can trust Jack??"
"Yes, actually, Jack is the only one we CAN trust", said Ben.
"Why?", Juliet asked.
At that very moment, the golf cart's two-way radio came to life. After a quick second of static, a female voice was heard to say, "Ben? Did you pick up the package?"
I could immediately see that Juliet was as stunned as I. The voice coming from the walkie-talkie was from Juliet herself!!
"We can trust Jack", Ben said, coolly, "Because Jack's the only one that's the only Jack on the island."
"Ben... Ben!", the walkie-Juliet continued.
Ben picked up the radio, and spoke into it, "Yes, dear, I have the package. As a matter of fact, you just startled the heck outta the package."
After a short silence, and a few glares at Ben from Juliet, the radio spoke again, "Tell me the passcode Ben."
Ben slowed down the golf cart, then let it come to a complete halt. He picked up the radio, and moved it near his mouth, but did not speak into it.
"Ben, please tell me", the Juliet through the radio insisted, "If you are the Ben I know, you must tell me the passcode, now!"
Ben sighed, put the walkie-talkie down, and turned off the radio. "Well, that was fun while it lasted", he said, with a grin on his face, "Hang on to something!" Then, he sped the cart off the dirt path and into a patch of jungle!
"What are you doing?!", I cried out, "Shouldn't we stay on the road?!"
Ben almost chuckled when he said, "Son, where we're going, we don't need roads!"
Juliet laughed, and replied, "This is a golf cart, Ben. It would have sounded out much better if you had said that while driving a DeLorean."
"Don't look at me!", Ben snapped back, "Apparently, that Cuse and Lindelof guys are BttF fans..."
And suddenly, Ben had to slam on the brakes. The jungle foliage had opened up into a clearing, and a large white slab of a wall stood before us in front of the golf cart. The wall had a small entrance hatch with a Dharma Initiative logo of a swan on it.
"There's only one way to save us from this time, THIS time!", said Ben, as he looked up at the hatch entrance. "And, oh!", he turned to me, and added, "Make sure you get rid of that jumpsuit, kid. I'm sure her boyfriend will not like seeing it!"
Juliet rolled her eyes at the comment made about her, as I quickly began to take off my Dharma Initiative jumpsuit, to remain in my civilian clothes.
"Is... Jack... your boyfriend?", I asked Juliet.
She hesitated, then gave me a warm smile before responding, "If I'm right about this particular moment in time, it's a bit complicated."
Her eyes followed my Dharma jumpsuit as I placed it on the seat of the golf cart, beside me. Her smile threatened to fade away, but it stayed. As Juliet kept looking at it, I read the name that was tagged onto it for the very first time. It said: LaFleur.
"It's time to go", said Ben, and he led us away from the golf cart, and to the hatch of the Swan station.
When Ben opened the hatch... I woke up.
-Roob'n
The one where I get LOST...
--- ---
Her long blonde hair danced like strands of godrays under the ocean waves. Her skin was pale and cold like the depths. Her eyelids were heavy, her lungs hardened, and her heart burned. Was she dead? She continued to ask herself the question, all she could think to do, as she floated helplessly in the chilled embrace of limbo. When she finally opened her eyes, the stinging saltwater let her know she was alive. And that gave her a surge of hope, a sliver of fight. The rest of the invigoration came from the thought that she must find James. She had lost him, but she could beat the fear of breathlessness out of her mind and kick her legs determinedly to swim upwards.
She could see a light up there. Somewhere up there, she would find breath again. She would find James. After long arduous seconds of adrenaline-filled strokes, her head broke the surface of the water. She gasped for air, and panicked briefly, when the fierce white light met her tired eyes. But she quickly realized that it wasn't the white flash caused by the bomb. It was the generous sun, come from behind some clouds to warm her tear-stained face. As she bobbed above the ocean waves, Juliet breathed again, and cried freely. She was alive, and she would find James again.
--- ---
I couldn't stop looking at her. Not only was the woman mysterious, her shivering form drenching the towel that was wrapping her, but she was beautiful as well. Ocean water still dripped from her blonde hair, her bright blue eyes darted back and forth across the inside of the submarine, and her pouty lips were as wordless as the quiet depths of the sea. After she had told us her name, she had spoken nothing more.
No one on the sub knew where she had come from. No one could explain how a woman could find herself floating so far out at sea, alive. Then again, there were a lot of things about this trip that no one could explain. I was still racking my brains for ideas that could solve the mystery of the beautiful castaway when one of the submarine's crew began to sedate the passengers again. Soon, we would reach the island. I adjusted my khaki Dharma jumpsuit and made myself comfortable for the nap that would come. As I began to lose consciousness, the shivering woman's eyes met my gaze; and I fell asleep, wondering if I would ever see Juliet again.
--- ---
When we arrived at the island, I was pleased to see that Juliet was still with us. She was dry, and less jittery. There was still a look of concern on her face, but she seemed a lot more calm than before. A little too calm, I would say, because the rest of us were still feeling queasy from the sedatives that we got in the submarine. Juliet didn't seem drowsy at all.
Apparently, she received special treatment. This was further confirmed when a man driving a small golf cart drove up to the submarine dock to pick her up. The rest of us were meant to cram inside a blue van with the Dharma Initiative logo on it. Just before I stepped inside the van, I turned to glance at Juliet again. Our eyes met once more, this time, like they did in the submarine. For some reason, it felt as if I hadn't been the only one stealing glances in the other's direction.
I hesitated to get inside the van, and this led her to approach me, leaving the man in the golf cart to wait. "Hi Juliet", I said, betraying my secret of hoping that she wanted to talk to me.
"Hello", she said back, "What's your name?"
"I'm-", but I never got to finish my sentence. The man in the golf cart interrupted, in annoyed tones, "He can come with us, Juliet. We have to go!"
Juliet nodded towards the golf cart, then walked away from me. She didn't turn to check up on me, but her confidence was right. I followed.
The man in the golf cart was a short, balding, middle-aged man with pale skin and beady eyes. He had a soothing voice, albeit a sharp tongue. "You choose the best of times to socialize and make new friends, Juliet", the man driving the golf cart said, with obvious sarcasm.
"I didn't know one had to wait for specific times to be friendly, Ben", Juliet responded.
"Sometimes specific times is all we have left to go by", Ben muttered, and the golf cart sped off.
--- ---
We rode silently for a while, the golf cart following a dirt path away from the coast and towards the grassy hills inside of the island. I had to break the silence to ask some questions, "Why didn't we follow the Dharma van? Are we going somewhere different?"
"Yes, Ben, where ARE we going?", added Juliet.
"We are going to find your friends, Juliet", was Ben's cool and collected reply, "Your real friends. Whatever it is that the 'smoke monster' is playing at, it means we can't trust anyone. Everyone can be not who they say they are. I can't even trust MYSELF!"
"So, who are we looking for?", Juliet asked.
"We're looking for Jack", Ben said, matter-of-factly.
"Wait, what? Jack-who?", I had to intervene, "And what are you talking about, you can't trust yourself?? And you can trust Jack??"
"Yes, actually, Jack is the only one we CAN trust", said Ben.
"Why?", Juliet asked.
At that very moment, the golf cart's two-way radio came to life. After a quick second of static, a female voice was heard to say, "Ben? Did you pick up the package?"
I could immediately see that Juliet was as stunned as I. The voice coming from the walkie-talkie was from Juliet herself!!
"We can trust Jack", Ben said, coolly, "Because Jack's the only one that's the only Jack on the island."
"Ben... Ben!", the walkie-Juliet continued.
Ben picked up the radio, and spoke into it, "Yes, dear, I have the package. As a matter of fact, you just startled the heck outta the package."
After a short silence, and a few glares at Ben from Juliet, the radio spoke again, "Tell me the passcode Ben."
Ben slowed down the golf cart, then let it come to a complete halt. He picked up the radio, and moved it near his mouth, but did not speak into it.
"Ben, please tell me", the Juliet through the radio insisted, "If you are the Ben I know, you must tell me the passcode, now!"
Ben sighed, put the walkie-talkie down, and turned off the radio. "Well, that was fun while it lasted", he said, with a grin on his face, "Hang on to something!" Then, he sped the cart off the dirt path and into a patch of jungle!
"What are you doing?!", I cried out, "Shouldn't we stay on the road?!"
Ben almost chuckled when he said, "Son, where we're going, we don't need roads!"
Juliet laughed, and replied, "This is a golf cart, Ben. It would have sounded out much better if you had said that while driving a DeLorean."
"Don't look at me!", Ben snapped back, "Apparently, that Cuse and Lindelof guys are BttF fans..."
And suddenly, Ben had to slam on the brakes. The jungle foliage had opened up into a clearing, and a large white slab of a wall stood before us in front of the golf cart. The wall had a small entrance hatch with a Dharma Initiative logo of a swan on it.
"There's only one way to save us from this time, THIS time!", said Ben, as he looked up at the hatch entrance. "And, oh!", he turned to me, and added, "Make sure you get rid of that jumpsuit, kid. I'm sure her boyfriend will not like seeing it!"
Juliet rolled her eyes at the comment made about her, as I quickly began to take off my Dharma Initiative jumpsuit, to remain in my civilian clothes.
"Is... Jack... your boyfriend?", I asked Juliet.
She hesitated, then gave me a warm smile before responding, "If I'm right about this particular moment in time, it's a bit complicated."
Her eyes followed my Dharma jumpsuit as I placed it on the seat of the golf cart, beside me. Her smile threatened to fade away, but it stayed. As Juliet kept looking at it, I read the name that was tagged onto it for the very first time. It said: LaFleur.
"It's time to go", said Ben, and he led us away from the golf cart, and to the hatch of the Swan station.
When Ben opened the hatch... I woke up.
-Roob'n
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Lazy?
Lately, I've been having awesome detailed dreams... but it's like I lose all excitement in writing them, when I sit in front of my computer... :( It's sad, but I think I'm going through Blog-depression... LOL
Roob'n
Lately, I've been having awesome detailed dreams... but it's like I lose all excitement in writing them, when I sit in front of my computer... :( It's sad, but I think I'm going through Blog-depression... LOL
Roob'n
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
Leap?
They both stood there, on the edge of the precipice.
“I’m scared”, she said. But he already knew it. He had seen it in her eyes when she had agreed to do this. When she had squeezed his hand in hers as they were taking the few steps toward the edge. When he felt her shiver and sweat.
She was teary-eyed. Sad. Afraid to disappoint him. Or maybe, sad because she had .
“It’s okay”, he tried to soothe her, “I understand.”
“You are crazy. I can see that now.”, she told him, halfway in tears, “And I’m not crazy with you. I thought I was crazy in love. I thought that this was true insanity… but it’s not. Please, don’t do this. Please don’t jump without me. Don’t leave me alone.”
“I don’t want to jump alone”, he replied, “I want to find the one that will jump with me. But I guess I never will. I’ll spend here, the rest of my life, standing…”
“I love you”, she said.
“Not enough”, he smiled at her.
“I’m so sorry!”, she cried now, burying her face in his chest.
He comforted her, caressing the back of her hair with his hand, and embracing her with his other arm. He eyed the precipice; the fall, the drop. He wanted freedom. He wanted peace. He wanted to jump. But he could not bring himself to let go of her.
When she looked up, he was crying too.
“Kiss me”, she asked of him.
“I want to”, he replied, “I want you to kiss me with obsession. I want you to want me selfishly, and rue if I can’t be completely yours. I am insane. I want you for me. This is how I would kiss you. Deranged. How will you kiss me ?”
“In some ways…”, she answered, “…you still want me to jump.”
“I’m already falling”, he said.
“I don’t want you to be alone”, she told him, “I want to be with you.”
“But you’re not”, he explained.
She did not have a response. Her glance fell, and she turned her back to him.
“I’m sorry”, he said, “I’m sorry for my faults, my complications. I love you too. With all my energy and devotion and purpose. I’m sorry if that scares you. I’m sorry if that’s not the way to love. I’m sorry you had to fall in love with me …”
“I’m not”, she replied, still not facing him. “I just wish this wasn’t about your jump!”, she suddenly turned to him, “I wish we could jump together, our own jump!”
“My jump is the one of the needy”, he explained, “My jump is the one for the ill. I need this because I am weak and I can’t overcome it. I need this because I am sick. My mind is sick. My heart is sick. I need love to wrap me as if it were made for me . I need love to kill me because I know not any more life without it. My jump is to love me !”
“I love you and yet I cannot jump…”, she sighed.
“I know”, he spoke softly, “Your freedom lies in that you don’t have to jump!”
“No, because I am bound by my love for you!”, she protested.
“Then be free”, he told her, “Leave me to gaze at this unhealthy precipice, alone! Leave me to wander in my own unresolved wait!”
“I don’t want to leave you!”, she cried at him, “I want to wait with you! I want to wait for you…”
“And if I jump …?”, he turned his eyes from hers, and towards the drop.
“Don’t ”, her voice caressed him. She embraced him in a tight hug. Warm and beautiful. He cried again.
“It is I who is bound to you !”, he said, “I will live, forever wanting to jump without giving it a second thought… But never without you. I will live, always standing here, never without you.”
She kissed him. The best way she could.
And in some ways… they fell together.
by: Rubén
Roob'n
They both stood there, on the edge of the precipice.
“I’m scared”, she said. But he already knew it. He had seen it in her eyes when she had agreed to do this. When she had squeezed his hand in hers as they were taking the few steps toward the edge. When he felt her shiver and sweat.
She was teary-eyed. Sad. Afraid to disappoint him. Or maybe, sad because she had .
“It’s okay”, he tried to soothe her, “I understand.”
“You are crazy. I can see that now.”, she told him, halfway in tears, “And I’m not crazy with you. I thought I was crazy in love. I thought that this was true insanity… but it’s not. Please, don’t do this. Please don’t jump without me. Don’t leave me alone.”
“I don’t want to jump alone”, he replied, “I want to find the one that will jump with me. But I guess I never will. I’ll spend here, the rest of my life, standing…”
“I love you”, she said.
“Not enough”, he smiled at her.
“I’m so sorry!”, she cried now, burying her face in his chest.
He comforted her, caressing the back of her hair with his hand, and embracing her with his other arm. He eyed the precipice; the fall, the drop. He wanted freedom. He wanted peace. He wanted to jump. But he could not bring himself to let go of her.
When she looked up, he was crying too.
“Kiss me”, she asked of him.
“I want to”, he replied, “I want you to kiss me with obsession. I want you to want me selfishly, and rue if I can’t be completely yours. I am insane. I want you for me. This is how I would kiss you. Deranged. How will you kiss me ?”
“In some ways…”, she answered, “…you still want me to jump.”
“I’m already falling”, he said.
“I don’t want you to be alone”, she told him, “I want to be with you.”
“But you’re not”, he explained.
She did not have a response. Her glance fell, and she turned her back to him.
“I’m sorry”, he said, “I’m sorry for my faults, my complications. I love you too. With all my energy and devotion and purpose. I’m sorry if that scares you. I’m sorry if that’s not the way to love. I’m sorry you had to fall in love with me …”
“I’m not”, she replied, still not facing him. “I just wish this wasn’t about your jump!”, she suddenly turned to him, “I wish we could jump together, our own jump!”
“My jump is the one of the needy”, he explained, “My jump is the one for the ill. I need this because I am weak and I can’t overcome it. I need this because I am sick. My mind is sick. My heart is sick. I need love to wrap me as if it were made for me . I need love to kill me because I know not any more life without it. My jump is to love me !”
“I love you and yet I cannot jump…”, she sighed.
“I know”, he spoke softly, “Your freedom lies in that you don’t have to jump!”
“No, because I am bound by my love for you!”, she protested.
“Then be free”, he told her, “Leave me to gaze at this unhealthy precipice, alone! Leave me to wander in my own unresolved wait!”
“I don’t want to leave you!”, she cried at him, “I want to wait with you! I want to wait for you…”
“And if I jump …?”, he turned his eyes from hers, and towards the drop.
“Don’t ”, her voice caressed him. She embraced him in a tight hug. Warm and beautiful. He cried again.
“It is I who is bound to you !”, he said, “I will live, forever wanting to jump without giving it a second thought… But never without you. I will live, always standing here, never without you.”
She kissed him. The best way she could.
And in some ways… they fell together.
by: Rubén
Roob'n
Friday, July 18, 2003
Bun-Her ;)
The one where I think I’m Charlton Heston:
I’m having a talk with the lead singer of System Of A Down, when he decides to check out one of my nipples (my right). And he mentions that a nipple ring would look good on me! LOL Even after I say “No”, he comes up with a nipple ring and puts it against my nipple, to test how it looks. I don’t trust him, thinking he’s gonna jam a needle through my nipple, so I back away. So then he feels hurt ‘cause I don’t trust him, so I allow him to test the nipple ring on me, after he had promised not to stab me with it LOL
Of course, as luck (in dreams LOL) would have it, I shouldn’t have trusted him. He jams the ring into my nipple! I start arguing with him violently, for having done what I had asked him not to do, and he gets furious and throws me into a dungeon. LOL
This dungeon is really a pit full of muck-filth, with many dirty people dressed in rags. Between the group of prisoners crawling in the mud and straw, I find my girlfriend. She joins my side, wearing a sexy little outfit straight out of Planet of the Apes . So, fur rags; butt very visible (AND she was muddy)… so, very nice indeed. ;)
Anyway, when I find her, she begs me to take her out of there. So I summon the one in charge of the prisoners (well, he simply appears LOL). And it’s the System Of A Down dude dressed up as the pharaoh from The Ten Commandments . And I say, “Let my people go!”. And he says, “THERE are your people!”, and we’re suddenly beside a creek, and he points up the creek. And I see lots of sickly people laying along the shores.
I suddenly find myself dressed in wool robes; and with Mirella by my side, I walk along the edge of the creek… handing out bread and water, and blessing the people.
During that process… I woke up.
:)
Roob’n
The one where I think I’m Charlton Heston:
I’m having a talk with the lead singer of System Of A Down, when he decides to check out one of my nipples (my right). And he mentions that a nipple ring would look good on me! LOL Even after I say “No”, he comes up with a nipple ring and puts it against my nipple, to test how it looks. I don’t trust him, thinking he’s gonna jam a needle through my nipple, so I back away. So then he feels hurt ‘cause I don’t trust him, so I allow him to test the nipple ring on me, after he had promised not to stab me with it LOL
Of course, as luck (in dreams LOL) would have it, I shouldn’t have trusted him. He jams the ring into my nipple! I start arguing with him violently, for having done what I had asked him not to do, and he gets furious and throws me into a dungeon. LOL
This dungeon is really a pit full of muck-filth, with many dirty people dressed in rags. Between the group of prisoners crawling in the mud and straw, I find my girlfriend. She joins my side, wearing a sexy little outfit straight out of Planet of the Apes . So, fur rags; butt very visible (AND she was muddy)… so, very nice indeed. ;)
Anyway, when I find her, she begs me to take her out of there. So I summon the one in charge of the prisoners (well, he simply appears LOL). And it’s the System Of A Down dude dressed up as the pharaoh from The Ten Commandments . And I say, “Let my people go!”. And he says, “THERE are your people!”, and we’re suddenly beside a creek, and he points up the creek. And I see lots of sickly people laying along the shores.
I suddenly find myself dressed in wool robes; and with Mirella by my side, I walk along the edge of the creek… handing out bread and water, and blessing the people.
During that process… I woke up.
:)
Roob’n
Dreamt Some Nights Ago…
The one with the deodorant gel:
My girlfriend walks into my room and wakes me up. She tells me, excitedly, “There’s a party! Come on, get up!”. So I get up and she leads me to the front of the house, where I cease to recognize where I live! LOL The street out front is different, and full of people partying! :) Even the house in front is jumpin’! LOL
Anyway, just as I start to mingle, some guy grabs my arm and pulls me back into the house. This guy is big, strong, short-cropped black hair, dark eyes. I don’t recognize him, but he says his name is “Cunwyn” (I think). He drags me back into my bedroom (but it’s a bedroom I don’t recognize anymore) and throws me on the bed. Then he’s suddenly behind me, and I’m in a wrestling lock. He tells me in my ear, from behind, “You’re a homosexual. And so you don’t deserve Mirella.”
“But I’m not a homosexual. I love Mirella!”, I reply. And then the dude tells me he’s got a little test to find that out. A skinny dude that was with him (his minion, I guess…) crawls onto the bed with me, holding two bars of deodorant. “He’s gonna eat deodorant off your leg”, the Cunwyn guy explains to me, “And however long you last, tells us if you’re a homosexual or not.”
The skinny dude squirts a mound of deodorant gel on top of my jeans (on my right thigh), and I beg him not to eat it. With his mouth close to it, he looks up at me… and then backs off. Next, he squirts some more deodorant gel for my left leg, but he misses and the gel lands on the bed. “Crap! That’s gonna stain the bedsheet!”, I pout. But then quickly I catch myself, and so I add, “And my girlfriend’s not gonna be happy about it!”
That seems to satisfy the skinny dude, because he leaves. “So how long did you time me?”, I ask the Cunwyn guy, “What does my time mean? I’m not a homosexual, so whatever you timed me, must mean that!”. The guy is satisfied as well, because he lets me go.
I run out of the room and back to the front of the house, desperately looking for “Mirella! Mirella!”. I’m lost, because the house has changed. I’m now on the balcony of a second story. “Mirella! Mirella!” When I spot her, she’s riding a wooden tricycle, leading three wooden wagons full of chattering kids behind her. :)
I ask her to run away with me because the party’s freaking me out, but… “How am I gonna get up there?”, she asks me from the front lawn. “Just jump”, I tell her, “It’s a dream! We can do whatever we want!”. So she gradually jumps from the lawn to a fence, and to the balcony. From there, we jump to the roof. Holding hands, we see a bright lit city before us (in the night). Far away, we can make out zooming car lights. The highway. “We can make it”, I tell her. And we jump together, holding hands. But we land in the backyard LOL
The party still goes on even through to the backyard. There is music and kiosks selling foods and drinks. A lady from one of the kiosks asks us if we want anything, but Mirella kisses me, and we start making out. Some lady walks up to us and asks if we’re in line for the kiosk, but we’re still kissing and groping each other. LOL
We remember we’re trying to run away! LOL And so we start jumping again, across long distances this time. We reach the highway, jump across it, and find another highway. We jump across it, and find another highway…Jump; and another highway… and another… and another…
Jumping highways with my girlfriend, I woke up.
Roob’n
The one with the deodorant gel:
My girlfriend walks into my room and wakes me up. She tells me, excitedly, “There’s a party! Come on, get up!”. So I get up and she leads me to the front of the house, where I cease to recognize where I live! LOL The street out front is different, and full of people partying! :) Even the house in front is jumpin’! LOL
Anyway, just as I start to mingle, some guy grabs my arm and pulls me back into the house. This guy is big, strong, short-cropped black hair, dark eyes. I don’t recognize him, but he says his name is “Cunwyn” (I think). He drags me back into my bedroom (but it’s a bedroom I don’t recognize anymore) and throws me on the bed. Then he’s suddenly behind me, and I’m in a wrestling lock. He tells me in my ear, from behind, “You’re a homosexual. And so you don’t deserve Mirella.”
“But I’m not a homosexual. I love Mirella!”, I reply. And then the dude tells me he’s got a little test to find that out. A skinny dude that was with him (his minion, I guess…) crawls onto the bed with me, holding two bars of deodorant. “He’s gonna eat deodorant off your leg”, the Cunwyn guy explains to me, “And however long you last, tells us if you’re a homosexual or not.”
The skinny dude squirts a mound of deodorant gel on top of my jeans (on my right thigh), and I beg him not to eat it. With his mouth close to it, he looks up at me… and then backs off. Next, he squirts some more deodorant gel for my left leg, but he misses and the gel lands on the bed. “Crap! That’s gonna stain the bedsheet!”, I pout. But then quickly I catch myself, and so I add, “And my girlfriend’s not gonna be happy about it!”
That seems to satisfy the skinny dude, because he leaves. “So how long did you time me?”, I ask the Cunwyn guy, “What does my time mean? I’m not a homosexual, so whatever you timed me, must mean that!”. The guy is satisfied as well, because he lets me go.
I run out of the room and back to the front of the house, desperately looking for “Mirella! Mirella!”. I’m lost, because the house has changed. I’m now on the balcony of a second story. “Mirella! Mirella!” When I spot her, she’s riding a wooden tricycle, leading three wooden wagons full of chattering kids behind her. :)
I ask her to run away with me because the party’s freaking me out, but… “How am I gonna get up there?”, she asks me from the front lawn. “Just jump”, I tell her, “It’s a dream! We can do whatever we want!”. So she gradually jumps from the lawn to a fence, and to the balcony. From there, we jump to the roof. Holding hands, we see a bright lit city before us (in the night). Far away, we can make out zooming car lights. The highway. “We can make it”, I tell her. And we jump together, holding hands. But we land in the backyard LOL
The party still goes on even through to the backyard. There is music and kiosks selling foods and drinks. A lady from one of the kiosks asks us if we want anything, but Mirella kisses me, and we start making out. Some lady walks up to us and asks if we’re in line for the kiosk, but we’re still kissing and groping each other. LOL
We remember we’re trying to run away! LOL And so we start jumping again, across long distances this time. We reach the highway, jump across it, and find another highway. We jump across it, and find another highway…Jump; and another highway… and another… and another…
Jumping highways with my girlfriend, I woke up.
Roob’n
Sunday, July 06, 2003
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What people on the internet are getting weird?? LOL Anyway, isn't the internet... weird?! ;) Hard to believe it has become a way of life. To me, it's always been a weird sort of thing :) LOL ;)
Letting people in is tough, Kim. Myself, I let people in easily but warily. And sometimes, when I find someone I can love (and share everything with), the truth about myself scares me. I become afraid to let those people see the true me... maybe because I'm not even happy with myself to begin with (or satisfied, or certain, or secure). But here's what I do: I trust the love that they offer, and do my best to allow myself to be loved, even with the faults and flaws I see within me. I'm no pro, but I try.
I try to love and be loved. I try to keep my negativity away and let happiness reign.
I am thankful I have good friends around me. I do feel loved. I shall be more open. I shall be more free. I shall show my true colors more; even those dodgy shades of grey that haunt me. And maybe... I can learn to love myself more, when I see how everybody else loves me.
Roob'n
What people on the internet are getting weird?? LOL Anyway, isn't the internet... weird?! ;) Hard to believe it has become a way of life. To me, it's always been a weird sort of thing :) LOL ;)
Letting people in is tough, Kim. Myself, I let people in easily but warily. And sometimes, when I find someone I can love (and share everything with), the truth about myself scares me. I become afraid to let those people see the true me... maybe because I'm not even happy with myself to begin with (or satisfied, or certain, or secure). But here's what I do: I trust the love that they offer, and do my best to allow myself to be loved, even with the faults and flaws I see within me. I'm no pro, but I try.
I try to love and be loved. I try to keep my negativity away and let happiness reign.
I am thankful I have good friends around me. I do feel loved. I shall be more open. I shall be more free. I shall show my true colors more; even those dodgy shades of grey that haunt me. And maybe... I can learn to love myself more, when I see how everybody else loves me.
Roob'n
Monday, June 23, 2003
"Say hello 2 the room where the party's jumpin'
Where the boys all freak 'cause [the] boots are bumpin'
Where the girls are naughty and always saying
'Yes u can, yes u can, yes u can'!"
-Jewel
Where the boys all freak 'cause [the] boots are bumpin'
Where the girls are naughty and always saying
'Yes u can, yes u can, yes u can'!"
-Jewel
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
I Still Dream...
The one with my so-called sister:
I woke up from my bed, and headed to the bathroom in the morning. Suddenly, a young woman in a bath towel throws open the bathroom door and jump-hugs me! I push her away from me, and ask, "What are you doing!? Who the heck are you!?".
She looks strangely like my mother, and I'm thinking she's back home from the Bahamas. But it couldn't be my mother. This woman was younger, thinner, and had different hair. She looked like a version of my mother, that I see from pictures of her in the 60s or 70s... except, my mother had really long jet-black hair. This woman had short spiky brown hair. And although the resemblance was striking, it just couldn't be her.
So then... "Who are you??!!?", I ask again. The woman just smiles at me, and adjusts her towel. Then my dad comes into the hallway from the dining room, and asks what the commotion is all about. "Who is this woman?", I ask him. He tells me he doesn't know. But he says it uneasy. "She looks too much like mom! Dad, who is she?!" My dad shrugs he doesn't know.
I remember the rest of the dream as hazy images of me hugging this woman again and again, both of us with tears in our eyes. But the frustration never left me...
Roob'n
The one with my so-called sister:
I woke up from my bed, and headed to the bathroom in the morning. Suddenly, a young woman in a bath towel throws open the bathroom door and jump-hugs me! I push her away from me, and ask, "What are you doing!? Who the heck are you!?".
She looks strangely like my mother, and I'm thinking she's back home from the Bahamas. But it couldn't be my mother. This woman was younger, thinner, and had different hair. She looked like a version of my mother, that I see from pictures of her in the 60s or 70s... except, my mother had really long jet-black hair. This woman had short spiky brown hair. And although the resemblance was striking, it just couldn't be her.
So then... "Who are you??!!?", I ask again. The woman just smiles at me, and adjusts her towel. Then my dad comes into the hallway from the dining room, and asks what the commotion is all about. "Who is this woman?", I ask him. He tells me he doesn't know. But he says it uneasy. "She looks too much like mom! Dad, who is she?!" My dad shrugs he doesn't know.
I remember the rest of the dream as hazy images of me hugging this woman again and again, both of us with tears in our eyes. But the frustration never left me...
Roob'n
