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June 5, 1999
THE THEATER OF STARS
I am back in my high school's Dulaang Sibol Theater, where a mega-performance
of Pinoy celebrities is underway. It's a big, Centennial-themed show where
everyone is in costume and is singing nationalistic tunes. Among those performing:
Ivy Violan, Bimbo Cerrudo (where's this guy been?), Ariel Rivera (who as
usual, keeps stumbling over lyrics he can't read from the kodigo), and many
more. I am seated on the stage itself, gawking at all the fluff. Thinking
to myself: "Boy, do some of our celebs suck big time."
___ On one side of the theater wall is a row of walk-in freezers with glass
doors, so you can peek into the rows of hanging meat. I'm not sure. But
I think I see a dead human body in the last freezer I pass...
THE HOUSE WITH THE VINE GARDEN
And suddenly I am in a palatial mansion with a garden that looks like
it belongs in the world of Heretic 2. There are roots everywhere, roots
from some gnarled tree in the corner, vines dropping off from gnarled
branches... the air is a bit humid, stifling.
___ I am seated on a metal garden chair that's painted white. And out
of nowhere a lithe young girl who seems familiar jumps into my lap and
asks me how I've been. I am shocked, but not altogether unpleased. Hey,
she's cute... but I'm not sure I know her...
___ And the gnarled vines and roots seem oppressive.
June 6, 1999
CARABAO ISLAND
Zoom in shot thru clouds and islands, and suddenly, the camera focuses
on a tiny paradise island in the middle of the sea. It looks wonderful,
like heaven. Rolling waves, fresh sand. But the camera doesn't stop there,
it goes a bit further behind the paradise isle and settles on a curious,
lopsided isle which immediately has a hill on it. The edge of the hill
is overlooking the sea with lots of carabaos grazing on it.... there is
an incline, where all the crabao shit and urine slides off into the surrounding
sea and rocks around the isle. The narrator's voice says: "And here
we are in Pinasalpukan Island..."
___ I am clambering along around the rocks at the foot of the island hill,
and I know in my mind that this is all shit and urine, but I can't smell
anything bad naman.
___ What a bizarre way to start a movie, I think.
BORACAY WITH THE PINEAPPLE GIRL
And then suddenly I am on Boracay. Weaving thru the establishments
and huts, looking for a comfort room. The only one I find which says MEN
has only a sink, and I wonder if I am to piss in the sink. It seems illogical,
so i take a peek into the ladies' room and there, they have a toilet bowl.
How unfair is that? So, us guys just piss into the sand? Argh.
___ I wend my way thru a carnival grounds on Boracay, where scores of
students in uniform are on a field trip (at night, I might add) and I
continue searching for the elusive comfort room. The students are busy
giggling amongst themselves, as they walk in single file up to what seems
to be a rollercoaster or freak show. There seems to be an absence of light
in this area. By this time my bladder is bursting.
___ Somehow I am now in bazaar, walking thru the brightly-lit stalls.
With me is a woman I hardly know but who apparently knows me. She has
just approached a stall with frozen, sliced pineapple... she's taste-testing
the fruit, but is now eating it voraciously. I am somehow ashamed at her
behavior, as if we've been together all our lives.
___ And then there is a theater with some sort of religious community
gathering going n, except that they're singing songs from musicals. The
pianist segues into some unkown tune (to me, at least) and suddenly everyone's
clapping to the beat though not many know the words. The Pineapple girl
is still with me and we join the throng, clap-clapping to the beat like
senile geriatrics.
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