This Ghost and His Dreams

I knew the weirdest dreams happen at 3am but that didn’t stop me from winking off right around that time earlier this morning.

My two-hour Facebook rule didn’t happen. I settled for online awesomeness at 11am Sunday night, glanced at the time for what seemed like 10 minutes later and discovered that it was already a quarter past 2am, Monday morning. My, my how time flies.

It might explain my itchy eyes and cramped right hand, plus a headache. I jumped down the bed and moved over to the mirror to see if I looked as bad as I felt. 

I looked okay. But sleep, sleep. I needed my sleep.

So I got on the top bunk again, murmured my prayers (I don’t look it but I always pray before sleeping) and sighed as a bunch of ZZZs fell off the ceiling and sucker-punched me to Dreamland.

Like I said, the weirdest dreams have a party before dawn. So I wasn’t that surprised when I saw Snoop Dogg and Sharon Cuneta (this Filipino movie actress) arguing at a game show. I couldn’t remember the details clearly; dreams are most often foggy. But I do remember the argument between the two getting heated. I woke up just after Snoop called Sharon a fat ass. 

That didn’t seem very fun, so after I noted my sisters getting ready for work, I pulled at Mr. Sandman’s beard to take me back to sleep.

This person was crying all over me. And we were like, holding each other. It felt good to be hugged so neither of us let go. When the hugging turned to kissing, I knew somehow that it’s gonna be more interesting than a hug between friends. 

To my disappointment, I woke up before we put it down; before we executed the humpback maneuver; before the two-shot crotch touch or whatever it is they call sex these days.

The happenin’ didn’t happen. But as I ate breakfast later, I couldn’t help but think about that kiss. A lot. It still gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling. It’s an intimacy I never felt for real before. :D

Mostly, I wanted to get laid, in my sleep at least. I’m still virgin. 

I realized after wrapping this up that I should probably include ‘my dreams’, as in goals and aspirations.

So, okay here it is: I want to write for a magazine, a prestigious one. I’ll become one of its top writers because of my skills, style and personality. Prominent people will beg me to write about them. 

When I’m ready, I’m going to write a series of best-selling novels that’ll stay in bookstores and libraries all over the world in a variety of editions; classics alongside Shakespeare and Dickens. They’ll be translated into 50 different languages. Theses will be written about my novels; schools will put my books into their curricula; collectors will fall over themselves (maybe even kill each other) to acquire my novels’ first printed copy. 

All that I’ve written will be priceless; they’ll be featured at the Louvre behind glass cases.  

I’ll become a legend. Films will be made about me and my books. I’ll be Hollywood gold.

Students and amateur writers will look up to me for inspiration. They’ll beg me to become their mentor. 

The world will know my name. I’ll be so loved and missed that there’ll be sightings of me all over the world long after I’m gone. People will swear they saw me peeking into a bedroom window under the moonlight in Milan; in Paris, they’ll say they watched me buy crepes at a bakery; they’ll report that I’m haunting the Pokemon games aisle at a Nintendo store in Tokyo; they’ll call on the media to say I danced all night at a club in New York. 

My family and descendants will live in comfort because I’m raking tons of money from royalties. My grandchildren will inherit the best of me and they’ll make the Edma name an empire.

Of course, by then, I’ll live to a ripe old age and die. I’ll move on to heaven as God’s personal biographer. :D

My dreams are entirely possible. I dream big, obviously, but in the off-chance that it won’t happen (but I really, really want it to!) I’m okay enough to be more practical in my goals.

My dreams are entirely possible. It may take a lot of years until it finally comes true. I’m not afraid to wait. I’m not a kid who wants his dreams in fast-forward. My own personal development, experience; they aren’t built overnight. I’m willing to gather the necessary skills and perfect them. I’ll be the wiser for it.

And when that first step, that opportunity finally arrives-- whether tomorrow or ten years from now-- I’ll always be here to grab it. :D