I had a strange dream last night. I saw myself sleeping in the couch of GMA’s 10th floor, knowing I’m no longer an employee there and when I woke up, I’m now in this place that looks like a pub filled with a lot of GMA people.

Somewhere, I was there.

Then I saw a group of Post-Production people who I regularly bump into before in this round table and they were inviting me to join them. Strange enough, they all knew my name. On my end, I know their faces but I don’t know their names.

I can still recall a few faces: One likes to wear large shirts, and has relatively long hair, a dash of it tied into a pony tail. Then there’s a couple, who always hang out near to where I work. The girl is a fair-skinned Chinita and the guy is tall, fair, have a sort of bushy hair that he tends to trim every now and them, and wears glasses. And then there’s the petite sturdy-looking guy with a tattoo on his arm.

I swear, those images of those people are so vivid and so real. These dreams I’m getting is becoming more and more of a strange phenomenon. Now people I don’t personally know and only see their faces at work are all starting to haunt me. Bwehehehe!