Gaps, patches and in-betweens

When it gets crazy, the only way to go is to stay sane. And mumble.

I'm now sitting at a noisy internet cafe having just finished sending an email I need for the training tomorrow. The cafe is populated by students whose parents are probably looking for them by now, at Tacloban City, in front of Hotel Alejandro where we are booked for the week. I'm itching to take a shower. I have a presentation tomorrow. It is 23:48 on my watch. I check if my sister is online but I get no response. March two weeks ago 2007

Joan, an officemate, related her interesting dream of waters frozen at one side, unfrozen yet still on the other. In the midst where she was walking, was an embankment. I turn green with envy. She is one of those lucky people who have an active dream life, or well, according to her, recently activated dream life. I, on the other hand never seem to have dreams. Waking dreams, rather. Those that I can remember. Some people dream wildly, viciously and violently at times. Some sweet and fleeting. Some weird and bothering. Mostly interesting. In certain cultures, dreams are a way of the dead connecting to you, telling you a message. Some say dreams have interpretations and meanings. Some people even argue whether there are colors in dreams. I envy them. I don’t dream. Or rather, have no memory of having had a dream for the longest time. Well, as Magi said, most nights we’re too drunk to remember our dreams. There is another thing that caught my interest and envy again! during the week that...