i was sitting on a bench at the station, waiting for him. he finally arrived, wearing a backpack and carrying a Coleman water jug. he sat on the floor directly across and a few meters away from me. he showed me water bottles that he had (well i think they were water bottles), implying that he had those to share with me (don't ask me how i knew that). i stood up, walked, and sat on his left. i showed him sandwiches that i had to share with him (well i think they were sandwiches).

we were supposedly at a train station, but there was a guy playing a grand piano on the tracks. he looked like the kind of guy you'd see along the sidewalk who plays for coins. after his set was finished, another guy performed. there were a lot of people in the area, but they were just zooming past us.. as if it was only the two of us that mattered this that world.

i ran my fingers through his hair. i thought he would move away or seem uncomfortable. but he didn't and he wasn't.

i leaned and put my chin on his shoulder. i thought he would move away. instead, he leaned closer.

i knew that it probably did not mean anything to him because he loves another. but that didn't seem important anymore.

our foreheads were touching and the peripheral world whizzed around us. it all seemed so real: my heart was pounding and i could literally "feel the heat".

you know that scene in movies where the the couple has this "lingering" look before they kiss? at that moment, Everlasting Love (The Company version-- don't ask me why this is) played in the background.
Darling, did you know that something happened to us?
Right before the future and right after the past
Did you smile when you found out what a wonderful thing it was?
We found an everlasting love.

like, what the fuck, my dreams have music now too?! hanep.

nabisto ako ni pareng Sigmund Freud.


by the way, that was only the second part of my dream. before All That, i was supposedly at Bonifacio High Street (although it looked nothing like it), and i was with a guy friend. we entered a huge building which was supposedly a buddhist temple (although it looked like a mall), and there was this "priest" inside (he was just dressed in black and had a long beard). he led us upstairs where there were a lot of enormous creepy paintings and blank canvasses on the walls. there were other people on the floor, and it seemed that he was giving us a tour of the floor-turned-museum. the weird part of it was that when he's in front of a blank canvass, he waves his arm/ brush, and a chunk of the painting appears. the one painting he did that i remember was a painting of a blonde-haired girl in a pink dress-- because that girl was part of the group touring. his painting showed a smudged version of the girl's face, and it seemed as if the girl was crying. i remember being so creeped out by the whole thing that i decided to leave the building-- and eventually arrived at the train station.