For this week (yes, a week), my nights have been filled with dreams. Freaking enough, most of them involved cemeteries.

Before that, I think I haven’t shared it yet. I always get death-related dreams, and thankfully enough, they do not involve dying. The dreams involve one of the protagonist to be dead already and in a coffin. And yes, the dead protagonist is always a relative, either alive or deceased in real life.

Anyway, I cannot remember exactly most of the dreams this week, but I remember two, including last night.

In the first dream, I was looking for the place where my maternal uncle was interred. In real life, his remains are in the same building where his maternal grandmother is buried, at Chinese Cemetery. Anyway, in that dream I can’t seem to find the place, since the building was enlarged, almost as large as most columbariums today. I gave up on finding, and I found myself in a parking building besides a wide highway.

Not freaky, I know.

Last night, I was with my parents, and we were looking for transportation. My parents wanted to go somewhere, it was hard to get a ride, and I was advocating that we abandon the trip. But they were insistent and eventually we found a ride. We got to the place – a gated alley full of spider webs, in between two mausoleums. They got in, and on each side I found lathe machines. There was a tomb at the end of the alley. It was small, so most likely it belonged to a child. Then a ghost of a child appeared at the right – the ghost looked like Sadako without the face and the fingers. We lighted a candle and the ghost disappeared. Then I woke up. It was 2AM. I made sure to note it down lest I forget it again.

Happy Halloween, ha ha ha!