September 25, 2007

  • Before I forget those dreams I had, I better write them here:

    Last week, I had these two dreams...

    I was inside a building with my hubby and grandson and inside this building, there were many hidden areas. I could see inside a glass window, but the person inside the room could not see me. My hubby and my grandson were separated from me and they were inside this room where I can see them. The next scene was my grandson bumped his head and it started bleeding. My hubby started panicking and here I was in panic also and started looking for an entrance or a door leading to that room, but I could not find the way to that room.

    The second dream was about a person that I don't know died. My daughter-in-law's mom told me that Kim Zimmer's (Reva of the Guiding Light) brother died all of a sudden. When I asked her how did he die, Hulk Hogan's daughter said she can check the internet and would chat to someone who knew about it. She then told us that Kim's brother died when he was bitten by a snake in his backyard. His neighbor's kids accidentally let go of their pet snake.

    Sunday night, I had a dream that I participated in a health fair. There were different booths I got excited about except where they were taking blood for test. I was told by my friends that if I do it, the people conducting this test will pay me $1,000.00 after completing all the requirements. My friends seemed to have done the test.  After thinking about it, I decided to go for it. This person  inside the booth pricked the tip of my finger with a big injection needle and left the needle that my finger  started to hurt. It did not bleed, but it was swollen. I regretted the whole idea, but it was already too late. After that painful experience, I was told to fall in line to get to the register to show an empty bottle, but I could not figure why I have the empty bottle. All of a sudden the cap came off and  a sharp sibilant sound came out of the bottle. My friends  were telling me to put the cap back because it would invalidate my chance of getting $1,000.00. But I was having such a hard time putting the cap back that it was making me nervous. I woke up from the dream.

    Anyway, I've found a way not to forget my dream. If I wake up in the morning and still remember my dream or dreams, I should immediately write keywords on a piece of paper about my dream. That's what I did yesterday morning.

    When I was cleaning my files on my Yahoo Geocities control panel last night (I finally cancelled my plan that I initiated in 2002 for my website use without ads), I came across a name tag that reminded me of a person I used to work with about 3 years ago and became my good friend. I could not help but became emotional when I thought about her because it brought back a painful and sad memory about this person when she was fired by her manager. It was the most saddest day of her life and all of us in our vanpool where she used to be a part of was feeling so sad for her. She was a very good person and she worked very hard. Her only problem was her difficulty in speaking English. Her manager gave her such a hard time because of that. She would confide to me of her meetings with her manager and the things she would tell her which affected her self-esteem. The experience hurt her so much that she was never been the same. I would get a chance to talk to her on the phone from time to time since it happened and her cheerfulness and sunny disposition were no longer there. I tried to contact her when we relocated to another state. Her voice had a tinge of sadness to it and cut short our chat and said that she would call me back, but I have not heard from her since then.

    Mysteriously, her former manager last I heard is still suffering from a physical illness that seemed to not go away. She was having this problem for years, but it got worse, even with a surgery she went through, especially after my friend was fired. I've seen this same situation with other people where I used to work, through the years--higher ups that abused their positions and mistreated those under them and others. I knew of someone that passed away untimely after a short battle with cancer.  

    One of my good friends that I still keep in touch with told me that I should not take it personal about old friends that don't communicate anymore even if I would try to communicate. She said that sometimes they could be having some personal problems in their lives and would rather not talk about it and the best way is to avoid talking with anyone.The weird thing for me is they were emailing me and seemed like very excited to hear from me; and all of a sudden, they just stopped communicating.  I've been experiencing this with two old friends of mine and I even emailed them if I have done something wrong, to forgive me. And if they don't feel like responding back, I would understand. I have not heard from them. Although I feel sad, I've realized that people move on. They have so many things going on in their lives that I just have to understand that and let go.