Two Stories

I have to write out these two stories before I forget them.

1) Aha!

I have a remarkable ability at not remembering dreams. Dreams, for me, are as slippery as an ice rink in tropical countries (I was supposed to say 'as slippery as a greased pic' which actually makes sense, but is not relevant to Philippine life). Once I wake up in the morning, everything that happened that night is wiped away, like the morning after heavy drinkng(still not relevant). I need to stop with these similes. Anyway, yesterday I had a dream, but forgot it when I woke up. I knew the dream was interesting, but wasn't sure why. I wanted to be bummed out, but it's hard to be bummed out about something that you can't remember.

Skip to me commuting to work that morning. The MRT is croweded every morning, starting from 6:50 onward. We're crammed inside like sardines (relevant) and every now and then you bump into someone intentionally. Someone bumped that morning: a guy gave me an uppercut, caught me in the jaw. All of a sudden my dream came back to me. The guy was apologetic, but he must've been weirded out by my broad grin (exaggerating). His soft and unintentional punch helped me remember my dream, which was of me getting into a fight, getting a swollen, black eye.

That's all I remember, actually. I need to get hit again to remember the rest of it.

2) Elevator

I barely caught the elevator this morning. Again, I'm crowded around people heading to work. I press the button for 15, and then hear a guy behind me comment, "Gee, every floor is pressed except for 9 and 10." And I kid you not, I almost pressed 9 and 10. If it was anyone I know, if the people around me weren't strangers, I would have done it. The only thing that prevented me from making everyone have no wait for floors 9 and 10 was my superego. It also helped that I didn't see the person behind me.

Gosh, I'm immature.