As I slept through the night, I had a dream before waking up. In that dream, I was in a place that resembled some town in Greece. It was a hot summer day where the air seemed like how it usually is in many provinces in the Philippines during the dry season. It seemed to be a traditional town where I was exploring the place’s art and culture. In that dream I was working with some artist that looked like Vangelis and it appeared that I was apprenticing for him.
This bearded man was asking me for some photographs of his villa. And so, as his apprentice I obliged. As far as I can remember, I took photos during the daytime. I also tried to take photos at night. This is where it gets interesting.
I was with some other person in this next dream sequence, exploring the old man’s backyard. There was what seemed to be a big pool which seemed to be used for waste disposal. It piqued my interest and then as I approached closer, the pool seemed to be filled with what looked like worms that had a segmented appearance and the color of maggots. As I moved in closer to take a picture, I saw many pigs wallowing in it. All of the sudden, as if it was a scene pulled straight from a monster or horror movie, crocodiles started to emerge from the pool of worms and what looked like a herd of pigs and crocodiles started chasing me and my unknown companion. As a natural instinct, we started running to safety. My mobile phone then started to sound its alarm. It was at that time that I realized that I was already awake without realizing the conclusion of my dream.
Most of the time, we do not have control of the contents of what we’re dreaming. This dream to me seemed absurd, disconnected from the reality we experience every day. I don’t know what to make out of it and I don’t understand its meaning or if it even means something. It probably is just one of those dreams that would baffle me or probably serve as some sort of inspiration for some piece of music I have yet to write. And now it’s time for me to prepare my morning coffee.