Dreams during the rare hours of sleep the past weekend

The past weekend was really hectic. My groupmates spent two nights are our place to do our project, and we actually did the project instead of say… bumming. And after two nights of virtually no sleep, I wasn’t really able to catch up on my sleep during the day because I had school till about 5. And then I had to cram for a paper, so that’s another night without sleep. But anyway, I think I have recovered now. Sort of. I was able to sleep for a couple of hours last night and the night before that. 

And whenever I sleep, however short it is, I still dream.

One of my dreams, I was in this old house, and Bea was there and there was also a little ghost girl. The mood of the dream is grainy and it was a little sepia tone. We were sitting a school desk talking to each other and then there was this girl who sat next to us, and when we looked to her direction, she was gone and she appeared again on the other side. She seems to be there but not really. And I think someone was telling us about a ghost. And then the girl disappeared again. She went up a stairs, and we followed her. She became translucent as she descended the stairs until she finally disappeared. Next to the stairs is a window that opened to the view outside.

Another of my dream is I was wandering around in a parking lot and I bumped into one of the cars, before I got in the driver’s side of my car. There was a guy sitting on the passenger seat, I handed him a book (the book that I am currently reading, “Chasing Harry Winston” by Lauren Weisberger) that I was holding along with my cellphoen later on, because I was supposed to drive, but I have to text my friend Paul. In my dream, turns out the guy is my fiance. As I was driving out of the parking lot, he kept on asking if I know how to drive, if I stepped on the gas, if I know how to break, etc. And I was telling him that I know, I know. I drove down the parking lot. The next scene is my wedding. I came out of a salon, all dressed up and I had to line outside this church with my fiance. The line was quite long, with other brides and grooms. Finally it was our turn. They let about 2 pairs of brides and grooms in, and they didn’t let 2 pairs of brides and grooms out (they were changed to casual wear, already) to serve as the witnesses. There were little chairs set up on a stage. The bride that was with us sat in one of the chairs, while her groom sat on the stage, since the chairs were really small and dikit dikit. My fiance sat on the chair too, while I sat on the floor in front of him, since my dress is so puffy, it can’t be accomodated. The other 2 pairs sat on the edge of the stage. When the priest asked who the couples are, we raised our hands, and my fiance hugged me from behind and I leaned on him. The priest commented that we look/ act like brothers and sisters more. I was feeling really childish with my fiance, so I sort of got what he meant. But we were smiling so big that we didn’t really care what he said. The next scene is in a hotel room where I was with a bunch of my friends preparing. He was there and when I saw him I reminisced. And I sort of realized that if he were there, it means that we have gotten over our misunderstandings in the past and he was there as my friend. And then my mom came in and I hugged her.

The next scene is I was in my elementary school’s quadrangle and there were cosplayers sword fighting and I was afraid to pass because I was afraid of swords, even though their sword is more like daggers. I backed away until I was at the steps of the chapel. Jacob was there, and he was thinking of courting Marika, and Marika’s little sister was bugging him, wanting to know what he have decided. But since I was there, he wasn’t able to answer. I remembered a gift that Mary gave him, it is composed of two boxes of the things he like. And I reminded him of it. He asked me why I was afraid of the daggers. I didn’t answer.