Crazy Heat and Even Crazier Dreams

I think I speak for everyone in the Philippines when I say that I wish summer is over. The heat is so, for the lack of a better term, insane! I swear, summer in the Philippines gets hotter every year. And not in a good way.

What fun is summer when you can't even go around because of the smelting and humid heat? The heat makes everyone extra lazy. And it makes everyone extra cranky. Even I'm perspiring because of the heat! And for someone with my frame, sweating means that it's really, really hot. Thin people don't usually sweat that much because they don't have much fat insulation as normal people do. So when people like me become sweaty, it's either we're running a marathon or the weather is worse than a sauna steam room.

And what's more irritating about this Sahara ambiance of ours is that it disrupts the already messed up sleeping habits of the people of the night. Ergo, the people of the call center industry like myself. So we spend all night working and being wide awake and we go home at dawn. Once home, most people get sleepy already because of working all night and you can't help but doze off - only to be awakened around noon or mid-afternoon by the heat. Once awake, you try all humanly things possible to get back to sleep, but the more-than-thirty-five temperature gets the better of you. So you stay awake. You can't help but stay awake. And then you realize that you've been awake for hours and it's time to go to work again. Once you arrive at the office, you find salvation in the coldness of the AC. Although the cold gives you a sense of relief, you get tried easily because you haven't had any good night's sleep. So you're sleepy while at work. And before you know it, it's time to go home again and experience being baked like sun-dried fish. It's a vicious and cruel cycle.

So yes. I would like for summer to be over, thank you very much. At least when it's raining, the weather is conducive to sleeping. Though rain usually means flood and transportation hassle when you think about it. But that's another story.

And these weird sleeping habits make me have these even crazier dreams. At times, I dream of work. The projects and tasks I do at the office haunt me in my dreams. Maybe it's a premonition of things to come or maybe it's an indication that I am stressed at work. So generally, not a good sign.

Earlier, I dreamt of a nationwide flash flood because of a cosmic dam that released its waters. And in my dream, I was beginning to be frantic because I couldn't find my eldest nephew after the water has subsided.

But this one dream struck me the most. I can't remember all the details but here goes:

I was talking to a bunch of people. Mostly guys. Faceless, but I think I know them or they're my friends. I was sitting on the ground and these people we're around me sitting just as I was. It was dark, so maybe it was night. We were doing the Indian Sit type of sitting you do when you share stories around a campfire. I think we were talking about love and relationships and one of those faceless guys I was with was having relationship problems. And before I was able to jump into the discussion, a guy's voice came in. So cut to the dream sequence - I find this mystery guy who butt in sitting with me. I'm sitting on the ground, with both legs spread and this big guy was also sitting right in front of me with his back leaning on my chest. We're close, like breathing space close. And so from the position we were at, I could tell he's my boyfriend. I couldn't exactly remember if he was good looking or not because I was not able to get a good look of his face. But I could tell that he was big and burly - like the bouncer type of guys we see hanging around club entrances. It's funny because I don't see myself as going out with hunky muscular guys. It's not like I hate them. I mean, most of them are eye candies. But for me, that's just it. They're fun to look at and nothing else. I have always seen myself having a boyfriend who is almost the same as me physically. Tall. Lean or thin. Nerdy. I never thought that I would have a Mr. Muscle boyfriend who can bench-press twice my weight.

So before I was able to speak to this faceless guy in the crowd to give my relationship advice, my dream boyfriend who's sitting in front of me with his back against my chest spoke on my behalf. And he said something like this:

"Dapat maghanap ka kasi ng taong makakasama mo sa buhay na makikinig sa'yo palagi. Kaya maswerte ako kay Al kasi lagi siyang nandiyan para makinig sa mga problema ko..."

And then he leaned his back on my chest even more. And I felt myself smile when I heard what he said. And I blushed. Yes, people. In my dream, I felt myself blush. Sue me.

After that, I woke up.

So what does this mean? Who was that guy? Why was he like that? Will my future boyfriend be someone like that? Was it a sign that I'm into big guys after all and I just don't know it? Was it my subconscious reminding me I'm single and it's time for me to actively engage in a romantic relationship? Is the universe telling me I'm a good listener? Or should I listen to people more and by listening to people, I will meet my next boyfriend?

Was it just a dream and nothing else?

Regardless if it's a sign from up above or just my tired subconscious weaving random images in my head, I actually feel happy about that dream. And to be honest, I did spent an ordinate amount of time replaying that scene over and over. Because I like it.

Come to think of it, if this sweltering humidity makes me have these types of weird dreams over and over, bring it on!

Maybe the heat isn't so bad after all.

Now let me see if I can take a quick nap to see what happens next with my dream boyfriend.