Posts Tagged ‘dream’

Epic Dream

Posted: April 18, 2014 in thoughts, writing
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I do not know how to start this entry as I am fairly new in sharing my private thoughts to others.  Even to those who, literally, do not know me.  I always believed that my thoughts are mine.  I always thought that if I share too much then I might lose myself, my individuality, in the process.

But I when I look back to those times when people praised my writings, they praised the ones that held part of my soul in it.  So, I am took the hint and decided to finally share what insane, crazy thoughts I have as I believe this is His plan all along.  And hope to touch more than a handful of other lost souls.

Okay.  I believe that’s enough ramblings for now, tonight I share with you a dream I had last night.  I am not sure if the dream is just a result of my very active imagination or if it is telling me something.  You must understand that I love epic fantasies and am currently addicted to Brandon Sanderson’s works.  And this particular dream has the epic fantasy vibe to it.  Perhaps some of you can help me decide whether the dream is a message or just another sign of my addiction.  Perhaps not.  But I still want to share it with anyone willing to read it.


I was standing in the middle of a hedge maze, talking to someone I could feel that I trust.  I could not see his face but I felt that I knew him.  We were arguing, really, because I know that I had to die that day and went to that spot to meet my fate.  He, however, was trying to “save” me.

But I knew it had to be done.  I believed that it was the only way.  So, I died.  In front of my companion.  Well, at least my physical body died and my soul was released from it.   I watched as my companion knelt over my body.  I tried to tell him that I was still there, that I didn’t really die but he could not hear me.

Then, I felt someone behind me.  As I turned I saw a hooded figure and I knew that this was my murderer.  As with my grieving companion, I could not see his face, even after he lifted the hood.  I just know he’s a man and that I should go with him.

So, I left my body and followed my murderer out of the maze.  It was a really large maze and we walked for a while.  It was already dark by the time we emerged from it.  And outside the maze waited more hooded figures.  One of them gave me a pack and pointed west.  I do not know what is in the pack or what awaits me in that direction but I turned and walked into the night.


Like I said, I do not know what it meant or if I will dream of it again tonight. But I think the dream is too good to keep to myself, specially as I am bound to just forget about it if I do not preserve it somehow.



Posted: November 18, 2013 in passion, Q and A, writing
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Question of the Day: What is your dream job of the day?

To create a world of my own with words I put together has always been something I dreamed of doing.  To be able to do this for a living would be a dream come true.  Not just for one day but for the rest of my life.

I always dreamed of seeing my name on the cover of my very own novel someday.  Or create a magical world for children and the child-at-heart.  Or come up with a script for a blockbuster movie.

I want to be a writer not just for the money that it will bring me but for the chance to impart to the world the images, characters, and stories that are forever swirling in my head.

This has been my dream job for the longest time and, I believe, will always be my dream job.  But, I hope it won’t be a dream for much longer.  I am hoping, with all my heart and soul, that it will become my reality soon.

The Dream

Posted: November 17, 2013 in passion, short story, writing
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(something I wrote a while ago)



Lisa was jolted out of a deep sleep by the bedroom door banging shut.

I must have left it open, she thought as she stretched and slowly crawled out of her bed. Then, she realized that it was a hot night and she closed the windows to turn on the AC.

Her heart stared to pound faster as she turned on her bedside lamp and looked around her room. Nothing looks different. Everything looks the same. Shrugging off her unease, she crossed the room to her bathroom.

As she washed her face to calm her nerves down, she heard something. A whisper of a movement in her bedroom. With her face dripping wet, she went back to her room and looked around again. Again, she saw nothing. Everything was the same and all was quiet.

Damn, girl, she thought, you have one heck of an imagination.

She went back to her bathroom, took her towel, and started to wipe her face dry in front of the mirror. And that’s when she saw it. Two tiny marks on the side of her throat. Not fresh wounds but still a little red.

She leaned in closer and tried to examine them. They looked like insect bites except they weren’t swollen. She was afraid to touch them for fear that she’d irritate them. And that’s when her dream came back to her in flashes.

Red eyes. Face of a god. Body of a god. Blocking her way home, a narrow street by the park.

Damn, why did I take this stupid shortcut.

As she looked at this terrifyingly handsome man, she realized that she can’t move or scream. Her legs seemed to be glued to the ground and her mouth sewn shut.

Oh my god!

And that’s when the god started to move towards her. His long legs closing the distance between them one meter at a time. As he closed in she suddenly realized that she wanted whatever is about to happen. That she would give him anything he asked of her. So, she just stood there and stared at the sky as he pounced and bit her on the neck.

She moaned as she felt her blood flowing from her neck to his mouth. She moaned as she realized that her blood is now coursing through his glorious body. She moaned and pulled him closer to her, silently inviting him to take more. An invitation he accepted as he crushed him to her. She went limp in his arms as he continued to drink his fill. She has never felt this good and she did not want it to end.

Please, dear God. Don’t let it end.

A dream, she thought to herself as she looked at the marks again. It was just a dream. Shaking herself free of the dream, she turned to hang her towel but dropped it to the floor instead. For standing at the doorway was the god with the red eyes and glorious body. Smiling at her.


Posted: November 12, 2013 in passion, Q and A
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Question of the Day: Is there anything missing in your life?

I am embarrassed to admit that at the age of 33 the main thing I that is missing in my life is direction.

When I was in college, I had a clear vision of what I wanted my life to be like.  I had three major goals.

I wanted to work in either research development or design.  I wanted to have my own family by the time I’m 25 years old.  I want to have kids before I’m 30 years old.

Now, I am 33 years old, single, and working as a sales engineer.

Somewhere along the way I took a wrong turn and lost sight of my three major goals.  I no longer know which path to take so I can go back to the path I should be on.

But, sometimes I wonder, did I get lost because I was on the wrong path in the first place?  Is this God’s way of telling me that I should find the path that He forged for me?

Is it the path that I have dreamed of when I was much younger?  Am I meant to be writer?  Or a designer?  Or maybe a greeting card designer?

I remember dreaming of writing my own novel when I was still in high school.  There was also a time, back when I was much younger, when I wanted to design clothes.  In fact, I used to have a booklet I use for sketching.  I also used to make cards for my parents.

Did I wander so far away from the path God made for me?  Is this why I am wandering aimlessly?  Is it still possible for me to find my way back?