"Black Saturday Dream"

Events of the Day:

Set up a layout of statues and wands in the small loggia.

Successfully repaired my knitting needles. Did some knitting.

Organized some drawers and boxes and re-discovered a lot of jewelry and talismans I'd forgotten I had. Searched for an amber necklace and an antique, Afghan ring.

A relatively quiet day.


The Dream:

I am approximately 26 years old and in the old main house. A woman selling jewelry arrives. I select a diamond stud earring for myself and wear it on my left ear. After she leaves I ask Mom when I am expected to pay her. Mom says that I should do so, in full, when she comes back next, the following month, in February. (The dream therefore occurs in January.) I sense, however, that Mom will pay for it out of pocket.

I go to the office, on Buendia Avenue. I pass by a room on the second floor where a female acquaintance is singing a song for a competition. My opinion, however, is that she isn't singing very well. She teaches in a college in Malate, and I visited her there once, somewhat expressing interest in developing our friendship.

A second woman, a co-worker, goes through the corridor and walks with me. I tell her that the first woman is singing for a competition, but the second woman is not impressed.

I then go inside a room to my right, where I intend to go over my notes and do some writing. I lock the door on the inside, suddenly remember that I forgot something, exit, see that the door closes behind me, then see a push button on the door that enables anyone to go back in, meaning that the door can't be locked anyway.

I go down to the lobby. In the hallway outside the lobby a young man is selling two trench coats. Both are olive green and are laid out on the corridor floor. He says that each one costs P120,000 but that I can pay him in several installments. I try on one coat inside the men's room. I note that the fabric is synthetic. The young man shows me a crystal hitched under the right epaulet. He takes it out and shows me that it is a small telescope. I try looking through it into a gas station across the street, but something seems to be wrong with the telescope since I cannot see through it properly. A security guard nudges me so that I can let a man pass through to the parking lot, where his car is. The man asked the guard, "Importante ba iyan?" and so the guard nudged me.

I accompany the young man to a barangay hall, where a meeting is ongoing, behind the office building. Presumably, he wants to see some of his clients in the congregation. I show him the crystal; another crystal is on top of it and I suggest that it should be inserted in the mechanism correctly. The young man reaches out and accidentally knocks the telescope from my hand. He pledges to replace the entire mechanism.

On our way back to the office a matron accosts me and pleads for my help. She says that I was referred to her by a man whom I was able to help in the past. I was referred to this man by a woman I was able to help, also in the past, using magic.

I am now inside a room on the second floor--the room where I intended to do some writing--and I conduct an interview with the matron, who is flanked by her two daughters. Her problem seems to have something to do with the finances of her pizza parlor. I ask her if she has a son. She vehemently denies this. I then ask her if she has a daughter who is a tomboy. The daughter on the right gets furious and walks out. The matron becomes emotional.

Next, I am looking at a TV screen. The woman and her daughter are on it. As it turns out, the woman has realized that my psychological insight into her problem is correct, after all. She pushes her daughter's face into the camera lens and repeatedly orders her to apologize to me.


My Comments:

This dream seems to be a summation of my current priorities: jewelry, a potential relationship with a woman who has no talent, writing, my rejection of raw crystals due to the facts that their healing power is too mild or nil and that I cannot even wear them, and my infusion of psychology in the practice of magic.

It is a strange dream because painting is not in it.