TOY RESORT & TRAIN TRACK MAN
There is a place which looks like a cross between an Outback resto and a resort. We are there, a big group. From a bus, with our children, and our families. And I spy some of my toys from way back in Hong Kong. So I start collecting them in this old Coca-Cola round sack bag that I used to use, which came from Uncle Mario. And I am with Agnes, and we are with some JVP people too. And Myrna and Bebi are there. With their cellphones. We need to make some calls and Bebi offers her phone kasi hindi prepaid, rather it is a line. There are kids and families with us, but they've already gotten on the bus. And we are under some sort of pressure to hurry up, pack up and go back on the bus.

Except I am trying hard to pack up quickly and I can't do it. I can't find certain pieces of the toys and I am panicking.

In another scene from the series of visions, there are toy train tracks set up on the wooden floor of a large mansion. And these tracks aare made of a solid cement and wood construction. A man sits in the middle of the tracks. And I tell him to get out of there because I have to move the tracks to a different section of the room. He wont budge . So I start moving the tracks with him in the center. I wont be dissuaded.

January 5, 2002 : Saturday 10:29 am

CITY OF BENDING BUILDINGS, AND OLD FRIENDS
I am in a stable. With horses. And there are a group of people milling about. Some friends with developed pictures from a camera. I have a batch of pictures too, and in them, are shots of this selfsame dirty dusty stable turned into a rave area, complete with lights and sounds and neon glowsticks. And I can hardly believe that I was part of the organizing committee. I show the pictures to a friend- I THINK it is Karlo T-- and tell him "You wont believe what I was able to do with this place." And he says,"Oh the party? Yeah I saw a couple of shots. You used my camera at one point. I had the roll developed a few days ago."
___ I note that there is a picture there which I had luck doing. It is a portrait of someone's baby sister on a rocking chair, with a yellow background and a Xmas tree. I happened to have a camera with me, and it was an opportune moment. A perfect chance picture.

Then I am in a pick-up truck, riding with an unnamed, unknown Sibolista. At the back of the covered truckbed, is a large heavy white Balikbayan box with string wrapped around it in the usual balikbayan way. Beside it is my keyboard case (possibly with my keyboard in it, though I am not sure). We are winding thru large streets, on the way to pick up the Sibolista's brother from somewhere.
___ At one point, we stop in some parking area, where I see a large cloth banner saying "Congratulations to Ms. ^#%& for winning the title. Remember your victory by listening to Alalahanin, Gunitain by the Dulaang Sibol choir, from the album 'Sumibol'." It is sponsored by Carnation.
___ Another sibolista (probably Alan Tecson) wheels off, waving to my driver that he has to go ahead. The Sibolista's heavy brother gets in and we are off.

On the drive out, we see a parade of contestants for a Gay beauty contest, going around in shiny white outfits. Some of them swimsuits. Their faces are harsh and ugly, but they parade down the street with pride. Everything is shimmery. It loooks like a suburban province. Like somewhere in Laguna or Cavite.
___ The Sibolista brother who looks like the director of the Mischievous Angel play, curls up into a ball on the front seat (along with a huge pillow) and falls asleep. My driver looks at me with a "what else can we do?" kind of conspiratorial look and I feel like laughing, but it would be rude.
___ At some point, we pass by a crowded area near a church where a bunch of guys are milling about, next to their cars. I spy two 4-I guys, whom I want to greet. But when I pop my head out of the window of the now gargantuan pick-up truck, the 2 guys I know are gone, the rest are still there though.

So we drive. And the scenery is fantastic. Buildings that look like crosses. Buildings with sprawling roman columns, and facades that look like they belong in those magazines. Large clean avenues. Sprawling mansions. It feels like I am in the States. At one point we pass by a church that looks like an old, provincial type church except it is attached to a modern news network's buliding. I think I see it is called the SkyNews Church. Or something like that. As we whizz by, I notice that some of the perspective of the buildings starts to look distorted. But when we appear closer to them, it straightens out again. Am I on drugs? I wouldn't know. It makes me feel dizzy a bit.

We are finally where we have to go. My driver drops me off at the front entrance, and I decide to go back to the parking area to help him carry the box and keyboard. And I see Edward Opinaldo parking a small golf cart type vehicle. It almost runs me over, and I start to get mad, but I let it go. A few of my friends from Anima are there also, convening in the parking area and I am about to join them, but I see an old friend, Cameron Diaz who is about to go back up out of the parking ramp on foot, with only a pink bikini bottom on.
___ I go "Cameron! What the hella re you doing looking like that?"
___She says "I have to go back to my car, but I dunno why I'm like this!"
___So I go and offer my shirt from off my back. And she thanks me. And my friends are all going "Awwwww….."

And then I really have to go to the banyo and take a piss. So I do. Except there are no urinals in the men's CR. And the toilet bowls are all in one row, and in perfect line with the open windows. SO I decide to piss into this stagnant pool of cruddy piss and water in one corner of the room where the mop is usually placed. Looks like other people have already pissed there anyway. It is yellow and black and bubbly and foaming. As I piss, someone comes in and I apologize and have to stop myself frompissing some more. Nakakahiya! And he mentions out of the side of his mouth that there are toilet bowls naman, why do I have to piss there? So I stop. And head for the bowl.

And then I wake up.

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