a twisted twist

...suddenly i saw a blinding flash. for a moment i thought i must have died and gone to heaven, but slowly the whiteness fades back into reality and, to my great amazement, she is in front of me, her hands cupped over both my cheeks. she is smiling her wonderful smile at me. once again i feel my heart struggling to burst out of my chest like it has done everytime i see her looking at me.

she moves her face closer to mine and presses her lips against mine. they are warm and soft, just like i've imagined forever. her kisses become more insistent, it almost feels as if she is licking my lips... no... my cheeks... she moves to my ears... i feel goosebumps run up and down my arms... she continues licking my ears, then moves back to my nose...

WHAT IS THAT GOD-AWFUL STENCH!?!, i think to myself. i start to struggle to break free of her grasp on me, but my hands seem to have turned into lead. try as i might, i can't even lift a finger. i open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out my a muffled, tortured cry of agony and fear.

in complete and utter panic now, my eyes dart around my room and see my desk to my right. i quickly scan its contents, hoping to find something that may be useful against this amazingly-strong-nympho-with-sewer-breath on top of me. i see my alarm clock. it looks heavy enough. i reach for it but my hand falls short. forcefully, i turn my body sideways so i can reach. i had barely manage to touch the clock when it begins to ring, at first a muted ring, then in an unbelievable crescendo turning into a deafening roar in my head.

the next events were a flash. i felt something hard hit the side of my head with enough force to make my vision swirl, then as my focus returned, i feel an urgent vibration on my left leg...

(fade to black)

it is now 3:42 in the afternoon, and i still haven't gotten over the shock of fallig out of bed and waking up to my dog humping my leg and licking my face.

Dreamland 01: The miggy vortex

Everything around me is black and white. I really thought dreams are colorful. Or so I thought they are. Could it be my eyes? Crap! They're moist and painful. Look over there! That's one strange thing! I knew it is strange. It must be strange coz it so realistically looked strange to me. How could I possibly knew if it's really strange? Well, it seems strange to me. Well enough. Strangely, I could not really tell what's strange about it. It just seems strange looking at this strangely figured strange thing. Oh well, that's strange. Turn left. Pedal hard. This bicycle is so stubornly hard to maneuver. I'll catch you! Ugh! Ugh! crap my legs wouldn't pedal hard. They're just a few inches in front of me. I could overtake them. Step on the gas. Vrooooom! Wait a minute, I forgot to step on the clutch when I changed gear. What's the use of stepping on it, I could control my speed by just thinking of it. That car in front of me looks familiar. It's blue. No it's black. So this is how it feels to be driving a car, you just step on the pedal and watch the road. Feel the momentum of the whole car and just glide with it. Brake. Slow down. Turn left. Splash! Brrrrr.. this lake is cold. But is this really a lake? All i know is i'm underwater. But hey I could breath! Swim up. Up further. Way up ahead. Why on earth I could not see what's up there? I wanna look up but it's so stubornly hard to do. Where's the fish? Why did you compare your research result to 1.60? Where's your data? You should compare your measurements to index of red wavelength. Take a look at this, you should be able to minimize errors if you just bolt all these mirrors on the table. I feel so excited, I'm sure she wouldn't get mad if I kiss her. I knew it! I'll kiss her again. Her lips were smooth as cotton. Her hands were warm. I wanna smell her shiny hair. Hey, that's not normal, I couldnt smell a thing.

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Chapter one...

He/she sits up suddenly, soaked with sweat and breathing heavily as the curtains in the window to his left dance softly in the cool breeze blowing in from outside. He looks around, the room, almost as if expecting to be somewhere else, then, smiling to himself, lies back down and closes his eyes.

A moment later he/she is asleep, the smile still on his/her lips as his/her eyelids start to flutter ever so slightly as he/she picks up where his/her dream left off...


... o kamo nasad. kamo na bahala unsa iyang damgo...

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Ambot lang ani kay ako man nauna ug post. Yes nalang. Sa unang panahon kadtong bata pa mi, naa mi nakaila nga bam. Mao ra to.