I had a weird dream last night. In it, some people were in our house and taking over. They weren’t bad people. I mean, anyone who looked like Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer couldn’t be, right?
My house was initially this castle-like structure that had a lot of passageways, nooks and crannies. When we heard the “invaders” (for lack of a better term) coming, I immediately told my family to leave, and they did. I squeezed myself into a small space underneath a stairwell. I was wearing a really fancy dress with a huge balloon skirt. How I fit in there, I don’t know, but I ended up being thought of as a big, furry dog. One that looked like a cross between Barkley of Sesame Street and the Luck Dragon.
The house evolved into a small apartment. One night, when the invaders were out for a book signing (it was Neil and Amanda after all), everyone who was hiding came out. We cooked, had dinner, watched TV, but did our best to make sure that we didn’t leave anything that would tell the invaders that any thing happened during their absence.
However, they arrived earlier than expected. People were still milling about at the small balcony, drinking beer and eating the remains of the sizzling sisig. I stuffed the dog costume (the dress) down the back of the couch, threw the dirty dishes on to the sink and tried to clean up the mess as best as I could. Y’know, sort of like when you had a party and had to clear all evidence before your parents come home?
In the end, the invaders (now a pet name for them) didn’t mind. They joined the other guys and became chums before the night ended. The only thing that worried Amanda was the dog was missing. I never told them the truth.
Possible causes: Watching Queer Eye earlier (because the dream apartment was really nice and well designed), excitement for Neil Gaiman being here in Manila, exhaustion for the the design project and probably too much sugar in my system.