I had this weird and very long dream last night (very long, in a way that its storyline spanned a couple of weeks, relative to my sleeping time of only 8 hours).
My dream was like a complete movie, with a real poster and tagline. The poster had a bluish gray hue in it, and across it was the tagline, “Shiloh and Pfat are one.” The poster had this characteristic that if you look at it, you would already know that the movie is a horror/thriller type of movie.
I can’t remember anymore what role I was really playing in my dream. I think it started with me just looking at the poster and wanting to see the movie, but the dream went on with me being an actual character in the movie, and then it was no longer a movie because I wasn’t acting at all. I was just being myself, and everything seemed to be just real.
As far as I could remember, it all began one stormy night, when a bolt of lightning hit the electrical post outside our home, and for some reason, drained the battery of our cellphones. I tried to turn on my phone and succeeded, and then a series of weird messages started filling up my inbox. The sender was someone whose name was Analea, and the messages weren’t addressed to me, but to my older brother, Shiloh.
Shiloh was sitting on the bed next to mine, struggling to switch on his own cellphone. I didn’t understand any of the messages, but I read them aloud to him nonetheless. Upon hearing them, Shiloh transformed into another guy who had the same skinny features, but with the eyes sharper and the face more serious, like he was devising a wicked plan at the back of his head. For a moment, I saw his eyes glimmer with a cold blue glow.
“My name is Pfat,” said the guy who used to be my brother. He told me he had supernatural powers and that he needed my help in order to beat this guy named Jay. I got scared, and hesitated for a moment, then I suddenly felt at ease and fearless, and finally agreed, though deep inside I knew that I was under Pfat’s hypnosis.
The next day, I went to our little sister’s school to bid her goodbye ‘cause that might be the last time we would ever see each other. I knew right then that a long journey was awaiting Pfat and me in our mission to defeat Jay.
Pfat must have really been serious about choosing me as his aide because he granted me special powers too, like I could manipulate the canteen cashier’s thoughts and pay only the price I wanted regardless of the quantity of food I ordered.
One day, I was in the canteen and it was my turn to pay. I ordered fried bangus (milkfish) and, as usual, manipulated the cashier’s thoughts to subconsciously convince her to charge me a cheaper price. I succeeded, but as I was leaving the canteen, the cashier, seemingly awakened from my hypnotic spell, suddenly rushed to the exit door to ask the people outside about the real price of fried bangus.
I hurriedly went out and saw a large gathering of people with tuberculosis (TB), waiting to see their doctor. The cashier was already asking them the real price of fried bangus, but before she could hear their answers, I had already cast another spell on her, making her deaf to the voices of the people.
Moments later, I heard someone say, “Hmm…manipulating people’s hearing? That’s cool.” I turned around and saw a tall young guy who was surprisingly aware of what I was doing. I was shocked, and before I could say anything, another person walked into the scene—a fat woman who seemed to be the tall young guy’s ally. With a wave of her hand, she made every TB patient cough. Then she waved her hand at me next, but instead of making me cough, she did the opposite. She made me gulp.
For some reason, it felt weird and sticky and the taste was so icky! Seeing the disgusted expression on my face, the fat woman grinned and said, “Hooray. You just swallowed their phlegm.” (Eeeww.)
They brought me to their headquarters and started to interrogate me. The fat woman seemed villainous (she had this Cruella De Vil aura upon her). On the other hand, the tall young guy seemed nice and gentle. Then I found out later that his name was Jay.
End of dream.
