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Having Bangungot (Bad Dream) In A Hotel in Ocean City, Maryland
May 5, 2014

I just got back from the regional convention of Market America / where I have partnered with for some time now, and we were in Ocean City, Maryland with so many of my partners and their guests. I shared a room with Ed and Mel during this trip, and our room faces the main road of the island that is connected with several bridges to mainland Maryland. The first night, I woke up at around 4am and saw a guy who’s wearing a white t-shirt and who was walking towards the bed next to the window and where Ed, who is a very strong snorer, was sleeping. “He must have gone back from the bathroom and now on his way back to bed,” I told myself while lying on that bed that I was sharing with Mel, and our bed is closer to the bathroom. I didn’t bother to get up right away and decided to go back to sleep as I told myself “Oh, the fourth guy arrived last night as what Mel told me.” And soon we were up in an hour or so to prepare for the long day ahead of us that Saturday.

I would ask my roommates who was the guy I saw earlier, and I would realized that there was no fourth guy who showed up last night. I didn’t really bother to ask for more details as I didn’t want to scare my roommates and didn’t want to create some unnecessary confusion. We all went about doing all the activities we’ve set up for the day with our partners and guests.

The next evening, I had a very bad dream. I heard my brother, Bikong (Angelito, Jr), calling for help. I would see myself in the bad dream looking into a hole on the wall where the stairs leading to the second floor apartment have been placed. I could figure out that my brother’s voice was coming from that hole. I would recall seeing the place where our family used to live in Sibuyan Street in Santa Mesa Heights in Quezon City in the Philippines at least 30 years ago. I would hear myself asking help from my Mother whom I’ve not seen for over 8 years now. Then I was shaken from my bad dream by Mel. He told me I was talking in my sleep but by then, it was already past 5am. I soon got up to head off to the bathroom to pee and I soon went down to settle the bill. In the elevator, I would recall some details of the dream. I could sense something ghostly in the elevator where I was alone as I was going down to go to the ground floor for the front desk.

I’m wondering now if something very grim happened some time ago in that hotel.






Roberto Bolaño’s Devotion by Roberto Bolaño | NYRblog | The New York Review of Books
June 8, 2013

I saw this link from my Facebook page, and thought the poem’s very outstanding, very much free form, and has allowed me to imagine about some details of some dreams I had in past, very long time ago, that continue to hound me. Its lines are so direct and decidedly undramatic. Reading it, I thought I was watching a brief video on YouTube…Read one of those poems that I believe helps describes the dreaming process each one of us have, and which poem I’ve gathered another online source: Roberto Bolaño’s Devotion by Roberto Bolaño | NYRblog | The New York Review of Books.

A Sexually Graphic Latest Dream
September 18, 2012

Man head

Man head (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

Last night, I dreamed of a friend whose father (who’s a retired policeman, with a second family) recently died appeared up in my dream. He still looked pretty much the same as the last time I saw him. Although I know he looked a bit depressed and tired. We were both naked but we were not doing anything that is intimate at all. I remember having felt no attraction at him at ll.

Then came three, thin young black men with long limbs, shaved heads who showed up in the space next to where we were located inside a dark room. They were soon having sex with each other, mindlessly, and oblivious to our presence. I wasn’t paying any attention at all and they served as background to my friend and myself.  The room looked like a boarding house, where people without much money and no place to stay for the night would show up. It seems like my friend rents out a space in that place.

Then came a well-built brown-skinned middle-aged looking fellow. And he removed all his clothing. He looks like a typical good-looking, healthy Filipino. A mildly erect, huge penis hangs on him, and I asked if he wanted me to give him a blowjob. And he agreed most willingly. And we proceeded to do all the works. I remember his penis being in my mouth, and I couldn’t take it all in.  My friend, that guy and myself were all having the time of our lives.

And then it ended after I heard the noise made by my neighbor upstairs who’d be going to work in the hospital .

A Friend Who’ve Been Wanting to Sleepover in My House
May 26, 2012

The Eastchester-Dyre Avenue subway station, in...

The Eastchester-Dyre Avenue subway station, in 2006. Originally taken by David Holland, and allowed usage (of all photos) under attribution in advance. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I recall the number 5 or 4 train of the MTA system here in NYC being mentioned in a most recent dream. I also recall a friend whom I’ve not seen for some time now. And he has been calling me on the phone and trying to fix a schedule with me so that he can sleep over in the place where I live here in Staten Island. I was not actually against the idea, as long as he would not mind being in a bedroom that is filled with books nearly up to the ceiling. And I was amused by him having to call me quite suddenly. as if there’s something urgent happening that I had to be involved with right away.

Upon waking up, I thought this could be a death premonition. I recall the number ‘4’ is a symbol death, although it was just mentioned in passing as in my friend was asking me about the last stop of the 4 train (which is Woodlawn on Jerome Avenue in the Bronx). Or if it was the 5 he was referring to, it would be Eastchester-Dyre Avenue also in the Bronx). The word ‘Dyre’ sound like ‘die’ when pronounced. And what else came into my mind is that my friend may probably soon pass on. Do I have to call him and have a chat with him? I’ve no major issues with him; I just prefer not being turned into a doormat every time I meet up with him. And I didn’t want to feel like I’m living in an undesirable place, which I feel every time I hear him mention Staten Island. He’d imply this place as being the trash depot of NYC, which certainly it was for so many years, but which specific place has been gradually turned into a greenery where an emerging park (Fresh Kills Park) 3 times larger than Central Park now stands. And that landfill was also used by so many workers to sort out and identify the collected remains of those who perished from the Twin Towers in 9/11; a nearby spot can be visited where the rest have been buried (with un-identifiable human remains).

By the way, this friend also appears in my first book, Angels In Disguise (with its blog link here), but I don’t remember telling him about it. His name was not directly mentioned at all in the pages; he would know right away that it’s him that I was talking about when he gets to read the book. Probably, my dream about him could be more related to this fact. I have to contact him so I can tell him about the book one of these days.

Appearing as already dead in someone’s dreams
February 14, 2012

I’ve heard with some unexpressed surprise briefly mentioned stories meant to update ourselves on the details of seeing me already as a dead person in their dreams. One recent dream that was narrated to me involved seeing me in the arms of a very good friend who just kept on crying in his dream, as if he couldn’t be appeased of his grief. All the while, 2 other good friends were around being so sorry and crying, too. But one of them is already dead (he’s the one who was murdered in his apartment in Quezon City, Philippines, days before Thanksgiving Day in 2010 here in the US from where I got the terribly upsetting news).  Why would a dead person appear alive in other people’s dream, I won’t know for sure. I’ve seen my Father many times still being alive in my dreams after he died — and I get a powerful sense that his presence is still very much around, despite the change in form (‘only in dreams do these dead people come alive’).

Months ago, there was also this dream told me by the same person who’s really that close to me whereby he saw me being already dead one nightmarish evening. He said he saw me being so sick and struggling with my life in this different hemisphere of the globe. The time gap between him and myself is 12 hours, and I can just imagine he must be seeing me very much dead in his dreams in the evening while I’m fully

English: Skôki Appearing in a Dream (Muchû Shô...

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up and awake doing my chores here in NYC.

I can only wonder what these dreams stand for. They’re symbols for certain events that may soon take place. And I’ll have to continue finding better ways to discover what they stand for.

Gilad Sharon’s Dream On His Father, Ariel Sharon
October 20, 2011

Ariel Sharon at a visit to the White House, Ap...

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I’ve just read today’s article from the New York Times on Gilad Sharon’s dream on Ariel Sharon, Israel‘s former Prime Minister who had a ‘debilitating stroke’ while in power in early 2006. The article writer wrote that Mr Sharon’s family was urged to let the former Primer Minister die after the stroke, but his family didn’t agree to the idea. Gilad, one of the two sons of Mr Sharon from his second marriage, had a dream, which was described in the book he wrote about his father.

“I told them about a dream I had had many years ago,” he (Gilad) recounts in the book “Sharon: The Life of a Leader,” speaking of his discussions with the medical staff of Hadassah University Hospital in Jerusalem. “In that dream I was with my father in the hospital. He was lying in bed, surrounded by medical staff, and they had all either given up or lost hope and were about to leave, and my father didn’t say a thing, but he stared at me with this look, with those green-gray eyes of his, and I knew I would never give up, and that I simply would not leave him. This was a dream I had when my father was healthy and strong and the scenario was completely divorced from reality. I did not tell a soul about the dream at the time, but now I shared it with them and my fear that it was happening now and that I would never be able to forgive myself if we did not fight to the end. “

Based on this anecdote, would you have taken the same stance if you find yourself in a similar situation? It’s fairly easy to ignore dreams that you would rather forget especially if it involves someone you know or someone close to you. Would you have considered a similar dream as a sign of something untoward that may happen to someone you know and love? We will never really know. But we’re certain that dreams have critical function in our daily lives, hence we can’t help but to pay close attention to the details of our dreams…

Why Do We Dream?
August 9, 2011

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Dreams, certainly, have specific but generally unclear purposes in our lives; we experience them for certain reasons. I studied in one of my undergraduate Psychology subjects that it is during this so-called rapid eye movement (REM) that we are engaged in dreaming. REM is also a sign that we’re in deep slumber. But when we wake up, we forget most of our dreams. I have dreams every time I sleep most nights (I seldom sleep in the afternoon nor take naps); I tend to remember some details but most often I fail to even recall the most critical details to make sense out of the dream (or even to share stories in this blog). But I remember that particular feeling that I had a dream last night, and I’m not even delusional about it. And writers continue to provide answers to this common human experience of dreaming. We continue to read about dreams being used as effective tools in stories. I keep reading dream sequences in fiction books, e.g., Jonathan Franzen‘s ‘The Corrections‘ and Susan Rebecca White‘s ‘A Soft Place to Land,’ to name at least 2 for now. And I see awesome depictions of dreams in certain artworks that I’ve seen from important art galleries like the MOMA and the Metropolitan Museum of Art (I particularly remember this painting that depicts St. Joan of Arc having a dream-like session with an angel that has been paying her a visit).

And by the way, at least 20 articles are found here from to provide answers to the question above.

Seeing 2 Dogs Getting Killed in My Dream Last Night!
August 2, 2011

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I came into scene in my sleep last night where there were others just standing by and watching the proceedings on the killing of 2 huge, hairy but sickly looking dogs. I don’t remember what happened prior to this scene.  One of the dogs was just in its dying few moments before it would be dead – I didn’t hear barking nor violent reaction from the other dog. And then the killing continued with the other dog that went on its knees as if pleading for its life. I remember seeing something similar in real life where I saw a young goat kneeling and behaving as if it’s pleading for mercy but then it still got slaughtered and later on cooked for a grand meal – this is traditional among people who live together for some time up there. This experience happened once when my late Father and myself visited our relatives somewhere in San Emilio, Ilocos Sur in the Philippines. It seemed so savage but we proceeded to actually eat and have the meal among ourselves and others in our clan who showed up for the occasion that was all unannounced because my Father and I just thought of visiting our relatives up north from Metro Manila one New Year’s Day many years ago. And I remember tasting the freshly stewed meat from the very young goat.

And back to my dream, the dog’s head was shattered in an instant by the weapon that was used to exterminate its life. I remember seeing something like a long shotgun but I’m sure it’s not something I’ve seen somewhere else. I’m not sure if I was shocked at seeing these proceedings but I was shocked at remembering the dreams after I woke up for the day.

Other people in the dream were not behaving as usual; it’s as if their emotions are being withheld. I felt like being in a European country that I think I’ve seen in one of those pre-World War I black-and-white movies. And it’s somewhere in the snow-capped mountains but it’s summer! Well…thankfully, I woke up soon.

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