Strangest Dream of All

And this cute picture here is the beautiful "I Love Your Blog" badge given by Rose, of which I give to:

1. Hliza - for bringing me to the her heart of Malaysia

2. Alison - for soulfully instructing me about how each of us are healers.

3. Foamy - for truly being here, in my life.

4. Shell - for giving fresh meaning to authenticity.

5. Cathy - from blogger to meatspace friend, one of the Ten Outstanding Women of the Philippines who mentors me about selfless giving through her projects. Let's do lunch this November.

I woke up smiiiiiiiiling today! Literally smiling.

Now, I've had scary dreams and naughty dreams and gross dreams and funny dreams and queer dreams just like everybody else.

I've also had dreams wherein I knew I was dreaming and could see myself dreaming and have even talked myself to snap out of the dreaming, willing my floaty consciousness to relax relax relax and slowly go sashay back to my gorgeous self coz' breakfast had to be made.

Lucid dreams. I've had those. But last night's or early this morning's take was stranger than strange.

Happy strange.

Round midnight yesterday after posting below, I set the alarm for 6 am. Tired out I was so sleep came easy. Next thing I knew I opened my eyes and this lady was in front of my bedroom mirror.

She turned to me and smiled bringing me a newspaper, spreading it wide to show a full page account of a news story about an island that is habitable once again. She was talking to me and I was conversing with her as if it were the most natural thing.

Right there on my bed we were. I had woken up as far as that moment was concerned chit chatting with a strange woman- on my bed (!). And if that wasn't weird enough well, the next thing was.

It felt like I was swallowed up by the bulletin and transported to that island with sand. And yeah..sandy it was. Sand sand sand everywhere! Grey sand. Castle's here and there. Every one was happy because finally they could all come home. Something like that.

I walked amidst the jubilant crowd just observing. Then from nowhere I saw this guy looking at me from the corner of his eye. He was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt and looked a bit like that teeny bop singer from the 70's named....ummmm...Leif Garret(?)....you know...blond sandy curly hair..

N'ways, so I walked up to him and told him, "I met your Aunt Milds "( referring to strange woman in my room). He laughed, walked with me, and pointed towards the sandy ground and said,
" Aunt Milds has been dead long now.

He asked me to describe the lady I saw.
" Almond eyes, 'bout this height, black hair," I told him.

He stopped walking looked into my eyes and in all seriousness said,
" tell me, what it is you REALLY remember about her? "

And I pondered for just a second and answered..."
she was happy."

I smiled after saying that as if remembering someone I knew I had known.
Then I continued;

"She had the brightest smile. She loved to swim. She would drive by for me so we could swim together. I clung to her back while underwater.......She was a happy person.

I looked up at the stranger. He was smiling in a way that approved of something.
"Be happy - be happy," he said to me.

And Then I woke up!

I woke up from what seemed like being awake......
in the echoes of a dream that told me....
to be nothing less than - happy.