I’m typing this really quickly before I lose the details.
I dreamt last night of something quite bizzarre. Some friends and I were dressed up for a party but they decided to change before we go to another venue so were were in this second-level storage dress store. I was looking for a dress that I had seen previously, but the size I wanted wasn’t there so I had to ask the sales lady to get it for me.
However, my friends (two of them—and I can’t remember their faces now) were hassling me to hurry up and I just couldn’t find another dress. I was looking for a specific print because all of them looked the same to me (like an old-ish nautical design. I’ll look for it and put it in when I find it).
When the size never came, I got frustrated and said “Bakit pa kasi kelangan magpalit ng damit? Pinaghirapan ko itong isang outfit ko!” (“Why do we have to change clothes anyway? I worked so hard to find this outfit I have right now”) So I said I wouldn’t go with them anymore and changed back into what was my old high school uniform. I was so angry that marching off and away from the Store, I saw Officemate 1 being dragged away from the party by her dad. She looked at me, trying to ask for help but I knew that in that dream I was cross with her so I just buttoned by school blouse and stomped home.
Then I woke up (in my dream) because I heard noises and jeers outside my room (which in reality is my brother’s room). I stepped out of the room, pambahay (house clothes) and all to see that there were some ACP/Air Force people in the stairway, cheering on a guy that was doing a gazillion push-ups on it. I knew these people, they were my classmates in high school at some point. And my dream mind knew that these were the people that ended up liking ACP so much (ACP was a Air Force practice we had in school every Thursday afternoon for the entire year) that they decided to do it full time. This guy that they were cheering on, my dream heart stopped a moment because I haven’t seen this guy in years—it was the guy I liked toward the latter half of high school and well into college (we went to the same university after). In my dream’s mind, I was saying, “Oh my God. I haven’t seen him in forever. What is he doing in my house?” But somehow I knew that I was the one that invited them there in the first place.
After he did his push-ups, they all cheered for him. I was watching them while fixing up the charger for my MacBook Pro. Then he came towards me and sat on the bench that I was on (why a bench was in my house, I would never know).
He sat next to me.
"Hey," I said, winding the cord of my charger, "That was awesome."
"Thanks," he said.
"How are you?" I said, "I haven’t seen you in a long, long while." I gave him a genuine smile, because I HAD not seen him in a long time.
"I haven’t seen myself in a long time," he replied.
That made my mind stopped. What did THAT mean? And I couldn’t remember what exactly I said after that, but I do remember what he said in reply.
"Whaaat? That’s way too deep," he said, looking at me as if I had just disgusted him.
"You’re the one that said that ‘I haven’t seen myself in a long time’." I said, aghast at his tone.
I stared at him for a moment longer, taking in what just happened and at the whole of him, how long I hadn’t seen him and his face, not hearing his voice. And then rolled my eyes, grabbed my changer and walked off. My mind’s eye was thinking, “What the hell was that? That was fudging ridiculous.”
My other officemates were in the house as well, although in the further part of it. It was night time already so I walked toward the field area where they were. The more I walked to them, I think the more the background behind me changed because it turned into a stage with a lot of people on it.
I walked toward my officemate who seemed to be practicing something, but in a very chill way. I knew in my head that they were practicing for a dance contest, and I just remembered that I was part of it.
Officemate 2 came up to me and said that Officemate 1 wasn’t going to make the show. I told Officemate 2 that I had seen Officemate 1 being dragged of by her dad. I also told him that we’ll be fine.
Then the music started on the stage, a group was going to perform. I knew a bunch of the people, also high school people I knew from CSA. As they were dancing, we didn’t pay them any mind, but I was going through their names one by one under my breath, trying to remember where in CSA I had known them from and how they were good or not good in dancing.
"Oh," I told Officemate 2, "Do you want to see the guy I used to like in high school?"
He smiled—or rather grinned, "Sige nga." (Rough translation is “Alright, let’s have a look.”)
I pointed to him that “rather, buff guy that was doing the push-ups on the stairs earlier” and then Officemate 2 laughed.
"And you told me you didn’t like buff guys." Something about the way he said it made it sound like I’ve talked to him about something before, that I forgot until now. His face as also awkward-ish. As if this particular conversation was hard for him to have.
"I don’t!" I said in defense. I laughed and was shaking my head, "I swear to God he looked nothing like that in high school. He was thin—well, no he was chubby-ish but he was never that buff."
The number on the stage ended. And it got a wild applause. It was our turn and suddenly my officemates got serious.
"Did you see that?" Officemate 3 said. "They were crazy good. We’ve never even so much as practiced."
“Okay lang yan! (That’s alright!)” said Officemate 4, “Bahala na. (Only other translation I can think of—“Que sera sera.”)
Suddenly we were in colorful, fuzzy onesies. And I was nervous that I didn’t know anything in the routine. I remember my name being called, an alum of CSA and my cheer was minimal. Then the music started and I knew the song, surprisingly; as if my body knew exactly what to do at that certain moment. It was a broadway song and I was actually enjoying myself. Our stage had synthetic grass on it. I was reminded of the Tellytubbies. At some point I rolled off and slid off-stage. Another officemate (whom I can’t recall) rolled off too.
"We’re pretty good actually," she said.
I nodded, “Surprisingly, yes!” We both laughed.
And my dog barked me awake.