By Butch Galicia
An FB friend posted: I dreamed of a very bright white light enveloping me. Then I saw a flight of golden stairs. I climbed it, but the steps just kept coming. Everything got brighter, as blinding as the summer sun. I kept climbing, wanting to be at the summit. Will someone please tell me what this dream meant?
While everyone advised my friend to ignore the dream and keep on living happily ever after, I was tempted to give my two cents worth: Apparently, the stairs are too high. BTW, before you went to bed, did you turn off the TV?
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There was a time when I dreamt that I could fly. The flying episodes arising from a resting brain vividly, and in living colour, showed me – sans broom nor cape nor jet-propelled boosters — hovering over panoramic landscapes. Like an eagle I flew, pleased by what I saw with a bird’s eye view. The dream usually ended there – the sky.
Call it coincidence; but now I know why I am at the top floor of an apartment building. Too bad: There are taller edifices, the view blockers, around it. Too bad again: The top floor is the roof. Too bad once more: On a windy wintry day, I always get a stiff neck and knees, like a frozen dressed chicken.
It is really amazing to dream of being airborne. The dream never showed how I landed. I can just surmise that it might have been a bit imperfect, but I was glad it always woke me up.
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Are dreams really worth a person’s while? Some say yes; others say no. Many are still flipping the coin.
Some people believe the dream as a possibility to pursue and nurture; and a lot do it by any means, come what may, with utter disregard to truth or consequence. Others dismiss the dream as a figment of cranial misrepresentation that deserves a quick burial.
Just think about it: The surgeon general has never warned against dreaming.
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Quick burials are lately becoming very interesting topics of idle and insane talk. Trending, ‘ika nga.
In contemporary sex education parlance, quick burials are called “quickies.”
Oh, no! I am not really up to this kind of topic, so pardon me for refusing to elaborate further.
BTW, are we on the same page?
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Got it! You are thinking about the quick burial of a former Philippine President at the Libingan ng Mga Bayani, aren’t you? If you are, you have all the right to think about it, rant about it and express your anger and hatred … for all many of us care.
The choice is yours: Hang on to your antagonism of the past or move on to build a better future for yourself and the people who care for you.
Better yet, turn on the TV, go high and wake up.
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Oft-repeated joke #1: The doctor tells Ben he has six hours to live. Ben goes home and tells his wife. He seeks for wild passionate sex throughout the evening. The wife agrees, saying: “Good for you. You don’t have to get up in the morning.”
Oft-repeated joke #2: Danny brings his wife to a bar. At the door, the valet says “Hi, Danny.” The wife asks why the valet knows him. Danny says they play darts on some weekends. At the bar, the bartender asks Danny “The usual?” The wife looks and Danny answers, “Another sports buff like me.” Then a girl in skimpy outfit winks at Danny and asks, “The extra special, Danny?” The wife barges out, furious. Danny follows his wife to a waiting taxicab when the driver says, “Danny, you got an ugly one tonight.” You are invited tomorrow to Danny’s funeral.
Still want to talk about quick burials?
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A revolution is a struggle to the death between the future and the past. This quote is attributed to Fidel Castro, who some hailed as a revolutionary hero and seen as a ruthless despot by others.
Death again??? Seriously, which do you want to be quickly buried – the past or the future. And do you really have to struggle? Too bad, it’s your call.
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As soon as this issue of Balita gets to strategically placed outlets on December 1, the nine-day mourning for the late Fidel Castro, the Prime Minister of Cuba for 47 years, is on its fifth sunrise. Then, the so-called Revolutionary will be buried.
The late Ferdinand Marcos, Sr., a Philippine President for 20 years, died on September 28, 1989 while on forced exile in Hawaii, the US of A. The so-called hero was finally buried on November 18, 2016.
Quickly and without comparing notes, how many sunsets have passed from Marcos’s death to his burial?
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The opposition is riling at Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau for his laudatory comments following the death of Fidel Castro. The opposition is piqued at Philippine President Rodrigo Duterte for his patronizing remarks on Ferdinand Marcos. The opposition is riling at South Korean Park Geun-hye for allegedly allowing her friend, Choi Soon-sil, to manipulate power from behind the scenes. The opposition is calling for a recount of votes in several American states, as soon as Donald Trump was elected president. Protesters do not plan to leave and will continue to oppose the construction of the Dakota Access oil pipeline. The opposition this … the opposition that.
Whew! Will the world be better off with an opposition, or without an opposition?
A friend advised: Before you decide what big sandwich to make for midnight snack, turn on the TV, and search for a feel-good movie or show about the Holy Days and Christmas. Momentarily forget Uncle Scrooge, the bullies of Monster University and those who give Shrek a bad name.
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While watching and waiting for snowfall, how about recalling the exciting and action-laden flicks of American actor, producer, screenwriter, director, martial artist, and musician Steven Segal?
Jealous because he was granted Russian citizenship and received his Russian passport from Russian President Vladimir Putin himself? You have the right to remain silent.
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Do you want to join me in quickly exploring and rationalizing the confusion that is quickly engulfing mankind and the world we are in? Perhaps, we can quickly figure out what people really quickly want.
Shall I further elaborate? Hmmm, I don’t think so too.
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Trolls may start twisting and shouting in their dark caves. Their rude and uncivilized way of expressing fear and hatred in social media has created such a huge mess that all the King’s men and horses couldn’t put poor Humpty Dumpty together again.
References say Humpty Dumpty demonstrates the second law of thermodynamics.
The law describes a process known as entropy, a measure of the number of specific ways in which a system may be arranged, often taken to be a measure of “disorder”. Thus it is said: The higher the entropy, the higher the disorder.
After Humpty Dumpty’s fall and subsequent shattering, the inability to put him together again is representative of this principle, as it would be highly unlikely to return him to his earlier state of lower entropy, as the entropy of an isolated system never decreases.
Ang lalim, padre. Puwede ba, hard-boiled egg na lang ang pag-usapan natin? #####
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