At night, by lamplight, I will listen to stories of sigbin's and kapre's (monsters). Maybe even see a ghostly white lady  or two walking along  the seashore. If I'm lucky, one of them might even wave an invitation to their dance.

In your dream, is there someone with you? I can never tell. Sometimes, a shadow falls on the page of a book I'm reading. At other times, I hear a voice whispering my name. But this is better than before when there was never anyone. No hint of someone else in that little home. After all, who would be crazy enough to live in a house with only camote (sweet potato) to fill the spaces gouged by hunger?

Still, you can never account for all that happens in dreams. It is an inverse universe where all your wants become realities and unfulfilled needs are shunted off into that little space in your mind labeled "something to be forgotten."

Does it really matter? Whether alone or with a significant other, our dreams are the reason why we work. The only reason why we persist to exist.

And the best thing about dreams? You don't have to apologize about it. (mag)