Sleep is the New Awake…
Sleep is a state of relative unconsciousness…The depth of unconsciousness during sleep is not uniform. Rather it fluctuates during the different stages of sleep. This is demonstrated when it is observed that varying degrees of stimuli produce wakefulness.
--LuVerne Wolff et al, Fundamentals of Nursing
Last night, I went to bed early hoping that I would doze off instantly. All lights were turned off and I have my ipod playing my favorite relaxing songs. I was all set but sleep never came. I decided to send text messages to my list hoping that anyone would be interested to exchange messages till I feel the urge to sleep.
About 3 persons gladly replied but only one lasted more than 5 or 6 exchange of messages. (I am so slow when it comes to texting so I guess they got bored or something.)
So with only one textmate, we went from “how are you doing?” to October plans to violent reactions to the plans to non-absolute happiness to hanging in the relationship and then I can’t recall any after that. I finally went to sleep.
Sometimes we want to live in a dream and never wake up.... welcome to one of the best dreams i had in a few months....
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I was brought to Calle Crisologo in Vigan, Ilocos Sur. The funny thing is that it is not 2006 Vigan, Ilocos Sur rather it is more of Spanish Era like. I loved the view. It was one sunny and a bit windy day. Then at the end of the street before I turned to my way to the Vigan Cathedral, this girl came up to me and said, “hey you soulmate!” I just smiled and offered my arm which she gladly took. Then I intently looked at her and finally uttered, “hi there soulmate. I thought this was all in my mind.”
Then we were suddenly inside the Cathedral, I was praying on the second pew and she was praying right in front pew. I loved the silence. It was really comforting. I left to go offer some candles. I was holding 15 white candles, about 30 cm. long. I nearly completed the whole row of candle holders. After lighting the last piece, I looked back to see if she is done praying and to my surprise she was gone. Then there was this song which sounded so good. It was her singing voice. I do not know the song but in my dream, I was singing it. I can’t even recall the melody nor the lyrics. The song kept on playing until I was out of the Cathedral. I did not find her but it seems that I know where to find her.
Out of the blue, I was in a banca. I was paddling and I was pretty good at it. At the dock, I saw her with this man and woman. I do not know them but they looked so familiar. She was not so happy to see me so were her company. She grabbed my arm and brought me near some structure. She held my hand and tears were falling in her eyes. I was at a lost. I was confused with the crying and tight hand grasp. I was silent, just waiting for her to speak up.
She finally said, “ You know what they say regarding soulmates… They maybe separated but somewhere and sometime they would reunite and runaway from this world and never to return…”
I remained silent and tried to hold back my tears.
She continued, “I will always come back but this time, I have to go. I do not know when I will return. Do promise me you will wait for me.”
I just nodded and tried to remove my hand from her grip. I wanted to leave. I wanted to run. I turned to the man at the dock he was not looking. I finally uttered, “Is he the reason? If yes, then go. I won’t hold you back. You know where to find me when you decide to return. We will meet somewhere, sometime…”
She gave me a goodbye kiss. I took off and never looked back.
Here is the twist. The next scene is a birthday party. I am somewhere I do not know but it was in the 21st century. Somebody approached me and said, “You still end up together. You’ll see. Trust me. You are meant to be.” I just shrugged it off and drank from my cup.
It turned out that the party is my party. How crazy could that be. I am in my party but I do not know that it is my party. Somebody called me and requested me to sit on the stage. I was feeling that I was someone important. We have a gift for you. And they brought in a plasma TV. When it was turned on it was video messages. I can recall my family, some of my friends who could not make it and other people I do not know. They call me “RITCHIE BOY”. Then the second to the last video message caught me by surprise. It was her. She had a .....
( NOTE: ending of the story is available ONLY upon request. I have my own personal reasons why this part of this entry is not made publicly available. E-mail me at ritchie_boy85@yahoo.com 
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It was just a dream. Somehow it felt good that I let it out, even just in my dreams.
In our sleep we create an alternate reality... it is the place where we believe everything is right and bent to our wanting....