Exploits of a City Dweller

The other night I had this dream. I was in Albay with a large group of friends. And there was this kid who was to be my tour guide. I asked her to take me to see the Mayon volcano. After a long walk, we get there and it wasn’t like we see it in postcards. Mayon volcano looked more like an 8 foot termite mound. And the houses around it were all perched on top of tiny hills to keep the lava from flowing into their livingrooms in case of an eruption.

I remember saying, “Hey I had a college friend who lives in one these houses, she said they had a view of the volcano.” (Bea, if you ever get to read this, I’m sure your house is not located on a hill of dirt like in my dream.)

And if that wasn’t strange enough. As I walked closer to get a better look, in comes this guy with a flatbed trolley. He lifts the entire volcano off the ground and takes it away. I asked my tour guide what he did that for and she said they were taking it out for cleaning.

Like you can take a volcano off to the drycleaners! That was one of the stranger dreams I had lately. It made me feel like the Little Prince. I wonder what it means though.

I was in the elevator and two punk rock college kids walk in. One of them says, “Hey, I went to the funeral the other day and everybody there was staring at me.”

The other one says, “why’s that?”

“I was wearing black. Everybody else was in lime green. They were staring because I was the only one appropriately dressed.”

Side comment: That’s what happens when you don’t read the latest fashion trend memo on post-modern funeral motifs. Lime green is the new black!

Does this mean people don’t mourn the same way anymore? It’s either that or we’ve somehow evolved into thinking that a color reminiscent of a citrus fruit will help better compliment feelings of loss.

Clue me in. I didn’t read the memo either.

Just a thought.