It’s often difficult for me to get up, even if my mind already tells me I’m awake and should get up, because I always want to go back to sleep to continue a dream I was having. I usually find my dreams interesting.
This morning, for example, I was woken up at 9 by our one-year-old Labrador’s (I like to call her Newfoundland sometimes, just because) barking. But I forced myself to sleep again because I was having a dream about Clea DuVall joining a motocross event in another planet. She told me: “I couldn’t hang on anymore, but I did it all for you.” Apparently, I am her girlfriend in that dream. Then later on Clea became Hermes (that dude in Pinoy Big Brother), or was it the other way around? Anyway, when the time came for us to go home to our planet, this lady who’s a leader of some sort signed some papers, in which there were instructions for the train man to take care of us and not make us pay. The lady signed the papers numerous times so that the train man will believe that it’s really her who sent us.
And then… there was a wedding, and a puppy who just wouldn’t quit biting my hands (in a way that its teeth won’t wound me), and then there was a text message from a friend: “Someone to take care of Hu Ming Su please.” Who is Hu Ming Su? Our pet panda.
I was in my room when I got the message and so I went downstairs to our front yard to take care of Hu Ming Su. As I was about to exit our front door I see said friend hurrying to get out of the gate. Apparently Hu Ming Su, if not restrained, would want to get out of the gate, too, if it sees someone getting out.
So I wonder how my friend got out of the gate without Hu Ming Su barging out with her, and then that’s when I see Kuya in a panda costume. My Kuya, in a panda costume. A costume that is a panda suit. A panda costume. Kuya is a panda. He beams at me and I think this is what he said: “Hu Ming Su likes it when there’s someone else who looks like [it]” (in the dream the panda’s sex was not determined). And then there’s Hu Ming Su, behaved in a corner, looking at my costumed Kuya, who was waddling around the front yard, obviously enjoying his costume. And somehow I sense that Hu Ming Su was laughing.
But these are all dreams, and I love it that anything can happen in a dream, I know I have to wake up earlier and actually get up when I awaken, but… days like this, I find it easier, and wiser, to choose what’s more comforting. Anyway. It’s Sunday! I want to know your childhood Sunday memories! Mine would have to be Sundays in Luneta with my parents and brothers: jogging, biking, hotdogs, and that red burger stand in the form of a double-deck bus.