Dreams…Weird ones…
My dream starts with me under a scaffolding…one of hundreds. The scaffolds had metal for poles but black, tattered cloth for the middle part. They raised high up, buildings high. I end up going up, behind me Nanay Enchang (my paternal grandmother) and Vince (my brother). I lose sight of them when I reach a hole that I had to climb into. The whole dream had that eerie circus feel to it. I climb up to the very top. This requires a lot of my arm strength. Once up there, the rooftop of a building to my left has a stage set surrounded by black water and underneath the water surface you can see trees with gnarled branches. An aerial acrobatics show was performing.
I had no idea where I was going, just that I had to move forward. In order to do that, I had to jump into a hammock looking object. I managed to stick the landing but I had to sit in it instead of stand. I was afraid that the aerial acrobat’s strings would collide and tangle into mine so I decided to swing the hammock to the closes scaffold to my right. Having great success at this, I climb to the top of the scaffold and look down. I was afraid. I wanted to get out of there all of a sudden. There were foot holds on some counterweighted zip lines. I decide that was my way down. I put one foot in and zip down to the ground. I was scared that the sound the line would make going up may alert someone of my presence so I jumped up with the foot hold and let go at the last minute, jumping up like a ballerina.
I was surrounded by cobblestones and archways, an old alleyway of sorts. The corner of my eye spots a man, long haired, tall stature, muscular built. He was tossing blade rings and they disappeared once tossed.
Two of the aerial acrobats rush me off and tell me “Run, you weren’t supposed to see that. Now he’s seen you, run!”
So I ran, through a dark ill lit hallway. “Turn left,” I was instructed and, even though I’m not sure why, I obeyed. I lost my uninvited companions whom I felt were really trying to protect me. I arrive at an open doorway with a wall about 2 feet from where I stood. I can spot a Mardi Gras mask on a coat rack on my left and for some reason felt alarmed. All the bells and whistles in my head screamed “don’t go in”. My gut told me the same. I turned around and ran the opposite way. I took 3 or 4 steps and a big man, sitting on a stool, with a plastic Boar mask grabs me and tells me “Give it a piece for loving you” or “Give it peace for loving you” I can’t quite remember. I do remember feeling out of my element and scared. I mustered up a “Yes sir” and ran. Behind me I heard a whisper “that’s not what that meant” but I kept running.
I ran into a boy, wearing a bulldog mask, and when I pushed him away to get a good look, he vanished leaving his mask behind.
I looked up and saw light and heard a loud scream “WAKE UP, WAKE UP NOW!”
but I get a mental block if you ask me what’s on mine/Jeopardy answers get stuck in my head…or are they Jeopardy questions?/I like Thursdays better than Fridays…anticipation is the key/I do everything that I do because I want to help/I loooooove babies as long as I can return them at the end of the day/Exercise gives me a ridiculous high…then I crash…/I have an emotional face…you can totally see all my emotions just by looking at me/Baking relaxes me…something about the smell of freshly baked cookies/I have moments of absolute silence…/I love animals…someone give me a house… I will make it a menagerie/I look at life with an infant’s eye..everything is NEW and EXCITING but I make my decisions in life with the maturity of an adult who’s learned about ripples in the pond/I love mangoes, ripe or not so ripe/I love spending time with my mother…she’s a pillar of strength and courage and youth…she laughs like she’s never experienced heartaches/I am one of the lucky ones that love going to work every morning…I just don’t like getting out of bed 
