Never in my life did I feel or felt any negative emotions about going back to my homeland. Even the thought of it excites the heck out of me.
Last night, my cousins, my uncle and I were drinking this Filipino beer called Red Horse. I still have yet to actually like a beer. Red Horse was the exception. It tasted good and it was easier to consume. Within our first rounds we talked about a few NBA stories, some jokes, and plans for my cousin's 21st birthday in the Philippines. The latter heavily influenced the dream I had last night.
So onto my dream..
There I was back at home in the Philippines. I saw my sister and I hanging out with our childhood buddies Jan and Aileen. It was just like the good ol' times. Us hanging out in Fiero Street in front of Jan's house just talking about stuff. Suddenly, this lady that I'm supposed to know asked me where my stuff came from. Of course I had to tell her they're from the States. She made a big deal about my cellphone being so high-techy and some of my stuff being imported. Sure they are imported, but my cell is nowhere near a smart phone.
A few moments later, we were still hanging out but this time there were more people than usual in the streets. What's odd about it is that I know every single one of them. We didn't let it bother us and continued whatever we were doing. Jan, however, reacted to how I was acting with the lady earlier. He thought that I was showing off and he caused a scene. Even in my dream, I still remembered the exact same things I said:
"If you know me any better, it's not my style to show-off. I hate that feeling. You know this about me."
I left a few details though. Like Jan being in the ground and a few bugs were crawling to him while this was happening. I have no idea why. Just a dream, folks.
And from there, I helped him up, grabbed a hose and sprayed his body to remove the bugs.
Me: "You feel like shit don't you?"
Jan: "Wow it's been a while since I heard that."
Me: "Yup, shit happens."
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