03.25.07

Now I'm officially frustrated with my dreams, still no lucids and for the past few days I've only been able to recall one dream [then forget it if my mindset is all, 'it's not worth my time']. Maybe it's from stress of tests that I need to ace, the exchange students coming in [that's more of excitement than stress though], and the project I have to do this week for my fifth period class that's restricting me from my dreams... Oh well, no use kvetching to people about it, it's not they'd give a care...

Dream-
Along with a few DC friends and my carpool friend [plus his dad], we traveled in some sort of car to a stadium. While travelling I saw Sam on a jungle gym and we talked. The chat didn't go too well because in the end she doused me in something and I was yelling at her saying, "You've ruined my clothes [I'm shocked that I'd yell at someone over that...]! Do you know what these clothes represent? My culture and my heritage!" Though I was saying that, I was thinking about how these aren't the clothes I bought in the Philippines, but the clothes I wore today [should have realized I was dreaming], but shrugged it off as unimportant.

We arrived at the planned destination and, tempted to take a few blue and yellow nerds boxes along with an electric blue and green shock tarts box, followed my carpool to the stadium.

We passed through a tunnel or went under a highway cross over [though we were inside] and I met a young girl and boy. I asked them what were they up to as we continued to go to the stadium. Their response? "Learning Japanese."

I scolded them [though IRL I too am slowly learning that tongue] saying that it was a waste of time [I think because it wouldn't help them with their future career or something].

Then, oddly enough, my carpool DC friend scolded me saying stuff like, "You shouldn't crush some one's dreams, they could always become real."

I didn't argue and we arrived at the stadium where I saw something old, annoying, and something my nephews and Rai-chan's lil' bro were into.... Pokemon. [I mentally gagged, wondering what's so great about something you're not involved in].

So we watched it, 20 or so of them attacking each other, three types, that's all I remember before I decided to leave at intermission to get some snacks. My carpool DC left with me and we walked through a labyrinth of paths before coming to the stadium exit, where we fled past a tiger with bulls horns and a slightly forked tongue with a lime green stripe down the center.

We got back to where we were staying and we talked, I stole some nerds and shock tarts [though we were saying all 4+ boxes of them for later], and woke up... blah...

The dream has some personal meanings about myself I do believe...

The clothes was probably a representation that no matter how hard I try to deny that I am my father's daughter and that his heritage is not my own, everyone else can see me for both components, the daughter of a Filipino mother and a white man.

The part where I scold the kids and get scolded back is something like, 'don't give up your dreams even if other don't see the value of them' or something along those lines.

Not sure what the rest of the stuff means though...