I was standing at the subway platform, but because of clumsiness, I dropped my flute and my watch on the tracks underneath the idle subway car. I went over to the conductor for help, but he told me that they couldn’t move the car as it was propping up a huge oil tanker, which was headed our way~! We needed to escape and run away!

I had at least five pairs of shoes underneath my desk at work. Or maybe it wasn’t my desk, since it doesn’t look like an office that I’ve been in before. I had boots, sandals, and pumps scattered all over the floor. I think I was embarrassed that I had so much clutter there.

All I can remember is that I was frantically running around because somebody had taken my laptop, which I apparently needed for something important.

What was weird about this dream was that I felt consciously aware that this dream -was- a dream. I do own a laptop but it’s so old and beat-up that nobody would want it.

That didn’t stop me from worrying about it being stolen though.

I was a high school senior back in Miriam HS and as expected, I had classes with Kathy and Tina Bel again. I was running back to the classroom for something, and realized that everyone in the class had gone and left already. Somehow, I figured that they were down in the gym for PE. I frantically run down there, when I belatedly realize that I’ve never been to gym class, not even once that semester! Gym class was the last class on Mondays, and for some reason, I was always out sick on Monday so that’s why I never attended.

I really don’t know what this dream is trying to say.

I wish I knew why you wanted to go there.

“So you’re taking Northwest?”
“…um, yes. Where are we going?”
“The land of meats.”

Really creepy one this time — I was walking down a familiar street (possibly Varick?) when a tall, skinny man accosts me and tries to gag me. I’m screaming bloody murder, but everyone on the sidewalk thinks that we’re just goofing off and ignores me. I break off and run back to the office — there’s a crowd standing near the entrance way, so I think that I’m safe. However, as soon as I get into the building lobby, this man grabs me from behind and clings to my back, so tightly that I can’t escape.

This dream was actually several nights ago, Wednesday night I think.

I was attending a conference or school reunion, walking around in circles through a bunch of immense lobbies (think Las Vegas casino hotel-sized). I was with my co-worker Khristine and I kept getting lost — ending up in the wrong lobby when I was supposed to be somewhere else.

Just when I was ready to give up, I turn around and see Misha coming through the entrance. I run to him, so glad to see him that I just didn’t care that I was still lost.

I think the stress of the past couple of days has been getting to me. Talking to Mikhail at odd hours of the night doesn’t help either.

I dreamt that he and I had a beautiful baby boy whom we decided to name John. We couldn’t decided on a middle name yet; it was a toss between Emmanuel, and Sean, which I immediately vetoed since I didn’t even want my child to get jokes about being named remotely after Diddy’s clothing label. (Gawd, my dreams are messed up.)

We were heading somewhere with my extended family from the Philippines, and John was about the age where he was learning to talk. I have been trying to teach him how to speak Filipino, which was difficult, since even my family insisted on speaking to him in English. All of a sudden, I was leaving him for a few seconds when he said “huwag,” which roughly means “no.” I was just so ecstatic that my baby had picked up Filipino as his first language and asked Misha to start speaking to the baby in Russian too so that the baby would pick that up as well.

–

Is this my biological clock sending me a sign?