I could not express myself in words today, so e-painted something that I think represents my emotions today.
First stop: Something that represents my country, Philippines.
Second Stop: the other things on my plate:
Hey, I’m back!
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Now, let’s go with the interpretation.
As far as I remember, it was around 10pm that night when I started to get ZZZzzz’s and had this dream, Then I woke up around 7am — completing more than the 8 hours requirement. It was never new to me because I think I was in college when I dreamed about the Fire Tornado, which I also posted here in this blog (see post here and interpretation.)
Both dreams (Fire Tornado and Ash Fall) weren’t connected anymore, unlike those others that I already forgot. But I noticed that they are somehow related to fire and an apocalyptic event, so I’m going to use that in search of interpretations in the internet. And good thing, there well detailed websites to discuss what I had in my very long dream.
By the way, I’m not really a fan of interpreting my dreams with the use of online dream interpreters, but I bet it somehow helps connect the dots of what’s going in both dimension of my life. Hence, I found what Ashes meant in my dreams at Dreamnest and I’m going to quote:
Ash is in a dream often of remorse and grief. The dreamer is aware that he has behaved in a situation of over-anxious and stupid and that he can change it any more. This situation has been completed. After an event has gone over, or a person from the life of the dreamer, he dreamed of a burnt-out fire, perhaps, the only remains of the ashes. Ash can announce that expectations and hopes will not be fulfilled. You can also refined rise from the ashes, so that the symbol represents in part the personal growth in a crisis, you will succeed. If you collect ashes, may still be a large, unexpected financial gain.
The ash is in a dream symbolizes feelings extinct, exhausted forces, lost interest in a matter or person, indifference or resignation. Located in the ashes still glow, it means maturity, personality development, self-reflection or catharsis. In order to interpret the dream completely, it is important to know what is or has been burned. Ash may be on the psychological level of grief. When she appears in a dream, then it may be an indication for the dreamer to escape a long grieving process already pending in any longer. From his experience, only ash remains. Ash points to the conclusion of a matter: It has burned a little and gets a sense like a phoenix from the ashes. Sometimes you have also acted wrongly and then spread as a penitent “ashes on his head”, or it is sad for any reason and will – according to biblical model – “in sackcloth and ashes.”
Ashes symbolizes purification, repentance and death, the mortal human body and its mortality.
– to dream ashes is not a good sign: it is a symbol of mourning, of death and disappointment;
– see a lot of ashes: one will be bitterly disappointed and deeply offended;
– soil himself with it: anger, sadness;
– ashes scattered: close mourning, bereavement;
– collect: capital appreciation;
– in the ashes fall into or come into it: a risk of losing money; caution in all financial decisions;
– for the farmers: crop failures;
– for the dealer: unsuccessful businesses.
– see that your earnings will be low: sorrow and remorse;
– or see it go: you’re greedy, but will achieve nothing so;
– sprinkle: you are in for a bereavement;
– collect: you have to expect an inheritance;
– fall into it: you lose a lot of assets;
– sprinkle: to suffer loss.
It’s kinda scary that it might be connected to the financial aspect of my life, particularly my money and job. But at some point it talks about my spirituality as well, which is more relevant, I guess, especially that the scenes I’ve seen in the dream was very apocalyptic in style.
On the other hand, burning people were also related to my spirituality, because fire could mean cleansing and devotion. I’m currently having struggles with that, to be perfectly honest, and at some point I need a renewal of my faith.
But yeah, as I’ve said I believe that our fate is always in our hands. This can serve as warning to us or me in particular, but we should never revolve our lives in this interpretations. Take control, it’s all up to us.
I stopped driving in the middle of nowhere when I started seeing people walking from tents to tents gathering supplies, like boxes of can goods and gallons of water. They were all rushing as if the place didn’t have plenty of supplies.
As I park the car to check what their doing, I overheard the parking lot guard who was talking to another guard saying that his family was already missing. He even mentioned they were already taken. I became worried.
“Pa, do we really need to grab supplies here? I think we have enough.”
“We will grab a little bit more. Just stay here in the car.” He alighted the car and swiftly went to the tent filled with boxes of goods. My Mom never let her eyes off of him. I saw her worried and somehow praying.
“Where are we going from here?” I said while looking at the back mirror. My siblings were pointing out each other with their eyes, arguing who would answer my question. So, I repeat my question.
“Uhm, we’ll go back to *******. That’s the safest place. All these things will disappear. Trust us with this.” my younger sister replied tapping my shoulder at the end of her line.
It didn’t last for long, my father went back to the truck with 2 boxes of can goods and a gallon of water. He threw everything at the back of the truck and signals me to start the engine. He got in the car and said, “Those are the only ones with long expiration. The rest will expire in 2 or 5 days. Good thing, I picked it up right away!” He sighs, “Now let’s go back to ******.”
Back to *******. I filled the tank full since it was a long drive going the place where we got the supplies and then all the way back. No explanation had still registered to me what was going and what’s the ash fall and everything-has-to-happen all about. I just followed every move and direction they wanted me to follow. I think I was the only one who didn’t have an idea about it.
“Leave the car here. Put a mark that says “******”. It’ll be safe.” My younger sister told me. And wrote the name of the place that also came out silent from her mouth.
“What’s going on in this place? Why is it called “******”?” I asked.
“You will find out soon.”
I pursed my lips and tried to cover myself so the ash fall would not go all over my head. My Mom stayed closer to my Dad as we walked toward a small village. The village was filled with Japanese-like old houses, and I thought it was an old resort. As we get closer to the big wooden gate, someone sneaked at us from the small whole right beside the gate. He rotated his eyes to see if were more than a group.
“Show your foreheads! Get your faces closer to the gate” Immediately with lift our bangs away from our forehead so could clearly see even the pimple marks I was trying to hide. “They are all clean. No marks. Let them in.”
When the gate opened, I saw gigantic smoke coming from the center of the village. It was the ashes. Inside there were will an old Japanese houses, but with more trees and vegetation in some area.
“How come you know this is the safest place?”
“We know, Kuya!” said my brother. But I still didn’t get what he meant by that. “Just keep quiet. Everything will be explained”.
I woke up in the middle of the night in the room those men provided us. I could see the glow of the fire coming inside the window, reflecting shadows on the ceiling. I was trying to build the puzzles they were telling me and what they were keeping secret to me. So I got up and checked the glass window, covered pen writing of the name of the place. When I turned my head, I wasn’t in my room anymore. I walked toward where the ashes was being sent to the sky.
As I get nearer and nearer, I could feel the warm and burning breeze of the fire and light. And then, I saw a drained Olympic-size pool — that’s where the burning things coming from.
I went closer and closer until I could clearly see what was producing all the ashes.
They were lots of people — the missing ones, the family of the guard I encountered when I was in the parking lot. There were like more or less a hundred pf them.
But they weren’t hurt or feeling any pain from the fire. They just continue moving around the pool. Some of them were eating, some of them were sleeping and the rest were praying. The fire, however, was coming right out of their skin. It turned their skin into ashes, but it was being replaced right away.
Then, I woke up in reality.
When I got in to my senses, I noticed that there were some changes happened in my room, I felt like I was in a different house; but I didn’t mind that and just quickly headed to my wooden closet and packed every clothes I could get inside my back pack.
“Is everybody ready?” I shouted after finishing the packing.
“Why are you shouting? We’re going to pick up your brothers at ***** they are already waiting.” my Dad replied, hushing me to take my voice low. The place wasn’t clear to me. My Dad just mentioned it as if he just opened his mouth or there were some sort of bleep like a censorship in the movie. But I noded like I know where it was. He handed over my car keys (I have a car?).
I went downstairs and saw my Mom standing right beside the unfamiliar glass kitchen table with all her stuff prepared. “Are you ready, Ma?”
By: Francis Moje
Come on here right beside me.
I want to be alone with you tonight.
Turn off the lights and stay.
Play the music; let’s sway.
I will do all the things we dreamed about,
Because I miss all these; I long for your embrace.
I will take all the risk for this kiss.
I need you now; please don’t away.
Your thoughts keeps lingering in my head.
I can still feel your soft skin on my skin.
Your firm lips on my lips
And your blush seen by my narrowed eyes.
Now, now that we have this chance.
Don’t let go of me, I am yours.
So please take a glass of wine
And talk all about us.
But I promised this to you right now.
No need to take off your clothes.
Just show me your smile
And let precious moments take us along.
I’m open to co-write poems and lyrics. Just shoot me a message at ejomlexu[at]gmail.com or leave comment on my any poem. Have a great day!
There were lots of challenges in 2013 that hindered me to blog and be active on most of my social networking accounts. I know many factors, like personal, financial and family issues, should not excuse me from writing and doing what I love, but it simply happened.
Despite of the challenges I’ve encountered last year, 2013 still ended up very graciously and efficiently. That was the year I survived in my career, I managed to live alone, I’ve moved on from relationship heartaches, I started to shape up my body, I’ve finally got other dream smartphone unexpectedly — which adds the reason I should be blogging now. I also found myself ENJOYING my SINGLE LIFE without putting too much blame to anyone else. I’m not ready to enter a new relationship yet, but I won’t be closing my doors. I just want to enjoy and do the things I really missed.
By the way, going back to the smartphone, I’ve finally got my much awaiting Samsung Galaxy Note 3. It was an advance Christmas present by a very close friend, and I could not deny that I’m enjoying it from the day I’ve got it. To tell you what, I was wishing for it, but I wasn’t really expecting. Because of that, I have managed to personally browse most of its cool features, aside from viewing tons of reviews on Youtube. Moreover, it tweaks my time and I was able to go back to drawing — thanks to its improved S-pen (stylus). I will provide you with more details about my experience with the Galaxy Note 3 after this blog.
To set your expectations, I’ll be putting all my not-so artistic works here, just so you know that I can also draw. Of course, I will be using my Galaxy Note 3 as well.
So there you go. I hope we all get a happy and productive 2014. I wish you all the luck and God Bless.
Drawing was my favorite past time when the internet and computer hasn’t reached my home, that’s why I feel like I kid every time I bring back this talent to my routine.
My Grandfather is an artist, that’s why it is in our genes to draw or paint or do some lettering. I remember during Elementary and High School days, when we have art projects, we no longer asked for help from anyone. We do it all ourselves.
Anyways, I made these collections recently, and I bet you’ve seen some of these on my previous posts. But to give a full preview of my sketchpad, feel free to browse this post (and don’t forget to leave your comments).
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