Brian Dys

I was in an ancestral, spanish-like house. It was quite old, wood structured. My family was there and I believe we live there. Also, my other relatives were there ad the place was kinda noisy with chats and all.

I remembered going to a room like just that one in reality (the first one to the northeast as you reach the top of the stairs). We played table tennis there with Remson and Ramon. I remembered when I played, I never made a single point. Ramon always had the other side and he was playing stuck between the table and the wall. We took our play outside and we looked for a table. We saw one in a grassy place. I remembered putting a paper under one foot of the table to get it balanced. The ball had a small bump but they kept on playing.

Second thing I remember was I went to a big house I think I saw not in dreams. As I approached the gate, there was Grazel, my high school classmate and friend. I got no shirt, just my Coca-cola shorts (really torn out). I was kinda sticky with perspiration and that made me ashamed as Grazel saw me. I entered and we walked until we reached the house. At the foot of the house I just said goodbye to Grazel and went away back to the gate. On my way, I met my Aunt Pina, my aunt just one block away from our real house. Ashamed as I was, I just smiled and moved on.

Back in the old house, I remembered it having this long way connected to Imelda’s place. Imelda is a good friend of mine I met in church. I remembered going there twice, it was a long way, like going out from the house but again, it was like inside our ancestral house, just connected. The place was like a scene in a sei-squatters’ area. People everywhere. Well, there were some people and I saw Sheryl Cruz, wow. I followed her to a slightly dimmed backyard of a big house and I remembered seeing a table as I passed by still following her. I realized, it was the place where I met Grazel. Next thing I remembered was that I knew that Sheryl Cruz and Imelda were sisters. The second time I went to that place, I looked for Imelda. I invited her to our house and as we approached, I let her sit on our old chair near our old table. There was something I would ask her, if she ever knew that she and Sheryl Cruz had diferent mother. I wondered that because they looked differently. Imelda told me that all she knew was that she and Sheryl had three mothers and she did not know who was her real mother. I remembered asking if she had a mother whose eyes were like Sheryl’s. As I was asking that to her, my mind in my dream wandered through the place where I met Grazel, imagining their three mothers living there, and their father. I was thinking in my dream that the real mother of Imelda was kinda lower that Sheryl’s mother that was why Imelda was like lower than Sheryl, because Sheryl looked like a socialite and Imelda looked like a helper. I woke up with the thought of who were the three mothers.