Well dreams mostly are weird, it lacks logic. Yet the weirdness of this one was not in the absurdity of its content but rather on its cohesiveness in the sense that the plot went on smoothly; every scene woven intricately to make a meaningful story. It was probably the reason I had a vivid recollection the morning after.
In my dream there was an inquiry on some unexplained absences in COE . Ms Manette was explaining to the investigators, the reason .
It started with a seemingly innocuous jar that looked like kimchi manufactured in Taiwan. Turns out the product had some weird ingredient that any girl who consumes a significant serving gets impregnated. The product was simply the tip of the iceberg. It was learned that there was a whole syndicate behind its mass production. The real intention was to harvest the babies and aborted fetuses from the customers, to be sold as delicacies.
Mommy Ellen accidentally discovered upon this information through an incompetent tele-marketer selling the product.
She shared the whole story to the COE team. The syndicate wanting to safeguard the information, placed the entire team on their hit list.
In order to protect the COE team after office hours, Ms Manette relocated the COE Team to Corregidor Island temporarily.
Ezra who just came from the island over the weekend shared the story to me discreetly.
I got paranoid because with the information, I would now also be in the hit list.
And then I woke up.
Ok don’t ask me for its meaning… I have no idea.
************There are times that I get to have a glimpse of the future through my dreams… a premonition, if you will.
I foresaw a transfer of a colleague to Singapore.
I was warned by a betrayal of a friend through a dream.
Once in Mindanao I dreamt about a colleague I haven’t gotten in touch in a while. The following day he called me that he was in town.
Two weeks before the Tawi Tawi Solar Eclipse expedition was announced I dreamt being in the southernmost part of the Philippines.
Had some dejavus as well from my dreams… the bend in the house of Vince in Bulacan, a street corner in Anonas, the rooftop of Boys Residence Hall Annex with my roommates, the mini-waterfalls in Magdalena… these are some of the things I recall.
The romanticist in me would like to believe that yes, dreams are indeed a gateway to another dimension, a glimpse of things to come, a harbinger or maybe an omen.
On the other hand the skeptic in me would say that with millions of possible combinations surely something would come true…
The rationalist in me would say that dreams are nothing but the product of the brain making sense of random electrical pulses during filing of memories, thoughts and cognitions.
It could be those hidden hopes, repressed thoughts, filtered desires that seep out of the subconscious…( I have tried being the shrink and the patient with the help of the dream journal, but self-analysis can be pretty knotty and oftentimes deluding)
The realist in me would just go with what Isacc Newton has marvelously captured in his quote…that I am just a boy fascinated with the shore while the great of ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Dream on Jodl…
