---So much so

Back in high school, my History teacher taught us how to develop our ESP. She said that most of us can nurture that kind of specialty although some are innate….and I felt I somehow had at least one of the ESP. So, I followed her instructions by forcing myself to wake up on each and every end of my dream., with my sleepy head I would grab the notebook hidden underneath my pillows along with a pencil. I’d compose sentences and buzzwords that will make me recall exactly how my dream went. As soon as I get up, I’d read what I have written and try to decipher all the hints and come up with a whole story. For 3 months or so I would diligently rummaged through my drowsy thoughts..while I was mentally believing I was already developing that freaking ESP. Until one day I realized, it’s kinda crazy because I was the only one led to be persuaded by that idea. I even asked my friends one hot afternoon while we were waiting for the next class, and they looked at me, with their mouth agape. They didn't know I really would follow it and buy that crap…or maybe I was the only one fooled.

As months progressed I stopped doing it although I have kept a journal of those dreams..Sometimes, I would read them back in forth maybe just trying to memorize and recall each fantasies..and funny how even simple scenarios that happened during my REM’s is accounted for. One day, we were sitting along the aisle, and what exactly happened that morning was the same way I have written it on my journal. My eyes were awed. I told my friends about it, and they say it can happen..so they call it deja` vu .. and I thought maybe …I’m just being ridiculous.After that incident, I would find my self at the library during free time perusing thoroughly on meaning and literature of dreams.. even til college..;)

As time passes Im no longer visited by dreams that much. I would guess that it’s because we become preoccupied by a lot of things and it would normally occur during the times when your mind is still free and juvenile. This morning, I had a dream. Me and my friend { dunno who she was} went to the house of my classmate in high school. He belonged in a rich family..not filthy rich but a status taken due to perseverance and frugality as I would say. I didn't see him exactly there, but I have a son with him around 4 or 5yrs old. Though I was surprised to find out to myself having a son with him, I was led by the events. We slept in their house and his parents were happy to know that they have a grand kid. They treat me nicely even if both parties were still shy and awkward on the first meeting.

This morning at the breakfast table, I told hubby about it, and he sort of gave an interpretation to it. And I said maybe..Dreams as far as I have gone through reading, is a representation of your subconscious mind, of what you want and what don't want unknowingly..Well, at one point I would believe that. There are things in our life we leave unspoken so as not to hurt or probably gives us a little clue of our next action…So I would rather just have my dreams……put into words, written in endless fiction..