These are two of my frequently-used CDs. When I was still working in an office I was assigned to do a "Writing from The Heart" workshop at the Philippine National School for the Blind. Gerard assisted me one day by presenting a variety of sounds and snippets of music to use as stimuli for the students' writing.

I loved "Sound of the Earth from Space" and "Sound of the Sun from Space" so much that I asked Gerard to make me one-hour loops of each.

I use these for astral-journeying and for writing novels.

The Wands must continue pointing to the ground.

Every traveler knows that paper, water, and cloth are some of the heaviest substances to take along.

This is how I see myself achieving balance by rotating my activities and not obsessing myself with only one:

Painting, Earth
Writing, Air
Cooking, Fire
Conducting Workshops, Water

Good morning, Cubao!

The sky is iced with whipped cream and crushed almonds.

Something is bound for Cubao and I just can't wait to have it!

Never try to copy a hard act to follow.

Thought I gave this Tarot deck to Robin years ago. Apparently I didn't--it suddenly materialized inside one of my armoires.  It isn't a Tarot deck. It's a solitaire and meditation instrument using images from Andrea Mantegna's Renaissance paintings, divided into five classes or sets of cards: The Human Conditions, Apollo and The Muses, The Arts and Sciences, The Geniuses and Virtues, and The Planets and Celestial Spheres.

Love the faux silver-leaf embellishments on the cards!

Back from Farmers Market with Jaymark.

Also sent a moneygram to W. for my second __________.

A real artist's talent never fades. It shines even brighter through time.

A real artist never struggles with his work. It flows easily and smoothly through his hands.

Otherwise, if being an artist is hard work, why be an artist at all?

Why are you deleting Friends and Followers from your lists?

The point of all social media is to connect not with people you already know, but with people you don't know and will most probably never meet in this lifetime.

Only then is it possible for you to touch other people's lives.

Good noon, Cubao!

The clouds are old photos in a new album.

Good noon, Cubao!

J. is cooking brunch for Angelique and her two classmates. They came home 3:45 AM from the birthday party. We bought some coffee bread at the Sitio Catacutan Bakery as well.

Jaymark is working on our front balcony.

The readers of my novel Cubao Ilalim: Unang Aklat are now from the Philippines, the United States, Singapore, United Arab Emirates, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Canada, United Kingdom, Japan, Indonesia, Australia, and Vietnam.

I've known of many employees who fear retirement because of the prospective loss of medical benefits. None of them believe me when I tell them that, when one retires from one's job, one also retires from one's illnesses.

December Phat Doog

I note that wisdom, insight, and strong powers of observation are intrinsic to those who have financial security. When it is you with money in your wallet, when it is you wearing the diamonds, emeralds, and rubies, when it is you shopping and buying food for the table, you suddenly come across fellow artists who are irritable and mean and defensive and unpleasant to be with. You wonder why, until you realize that their being that way has nothing to do with you, with other people's behavior, with politics, and with the social situation but everything to do with how much they are in debt and how much they still wish they could be making.

Sadly, it is being liquid that gives us as many choices as we can have, and the right to make our own choices.

If today was a frazzling day for you, look back and see that it was you who caused the day to arrange itself so.

Two B.L. card decks!

Christine's deck has a different picture per card and can be used for readings.

A student gave me this other deck earlier this year. Each card has a different B.L. quotation on it. The deck can be used like oracle cards.

Gifts from Christine, after her successful dissertation defense in Hong Kong. B.L. playing cards and a white dragon key chain.

Bruce Lee Forever!

Angelique and her two friends arrived from university for their sleepover.

A very late lunch with Jaymark at M.'s cafe.

Father Diaz and Seminarian John picked me up 1:45 PM. We went to Maryhill School of Theology to choose the best location for my Saint John the Baptist triptych. We agreed on the reading room in the library.

We will install the triptych next week, while the seminarians' final exams are being held.

Saw three other spaces in the lobby where I can install three more paintings.

Finished proofreading Cubao Ilalim: Unang Aklat in cyberspace.

Both granddaughters planned sleepover sessions for their friends tonight. Jaymark is cleaning the front balcony and we are moving a day bed into Angelique's room. Then Aubrey decided to sleep over at her classmate's house instead of having their sleepover here, possibly to reduce the traffic.

I thought that the upper floor would be full of girls tonight.

Those who gave when they were young, receive profitably in their old age.

Two cups black, Dennis Coffee Garden coffee.

Good morning, Cubao!

The sun lies naked on the rooftops.

Back from groceries.

Angelique and J. bought a sack of Kichiro's dog food at the Cubao pet shop.

Bought myself a digital clock for my bedroom. It's been quite tedious switching to Taiwan's CTV channel to check the time 24/7.

Must do groceries, so, leaving in a few.

I've been proofreading _Cubao Ilalim: Unang Aklat_ by chapters, going backward from the last chapter to the first.

Late lunch with Jaymark at M's cafe. We tried M.'s tokwa't baboy, which I haven't had in a long, long time.

The traditional tokwa't baboy I grew up with had soy sauce aside from vinegar, and used pig's ears. The dish, as a matter of fact, resulted from a chef's desire to be creative with leftover pig's ears.

M. uses only a sprinkling of vinegar and, instead of pig's ears, diced pork chop.

Just as satisfying anyway.

Four university presses, two commercial publishers, and a sprinkling of free-lance publishers do NOT comprise a publishing industry.

Your Messenger message:

"Good morning, Tony ! May I know what you see in this dream? "I was sleeping with a man I had a strong crush on . The dream was so clear , it seemed so real. "The big question is why did I dream of him at a time I was not thinking of him at all and at a time I had killed the attraction?

"When we met again, I was aware my feeling was under control, but some of his qualities and his thoughtfulness to me were such that if he fanned the embers, there is a chance , I think."


My reply:

Hi ________________!

We are never in complete control of our thoughts and our feelings. While we may consciously push them back or suppress them, their continued truth remains active in our subconscious and unconscious.

This is a typical example of a Freudian, wish-fulfillment, dream.

Your Messenger message:

"Funny that one of the first things I saw on fb is your post about dreams, when I just woke up from a vivid, strange one.

"It was about my ex from 20 years ago. Relationship was quite serious I the sense that we were attending each other's families' occasions, with exchange gifts pa. We've both 'moved on' a long time ago, thus, the dream is baffling.

"In it, he's upset, more of tampo. His sister was there, sort of convinced me to talk to him. There was a family gathering (his family). I complimented him on a sandwich he made, and suddenly he warmed up, very friendly. then I woke up.

"PS--We have had zero communication for the last two decades, or close to. I don't know of any of his contact details."

Hello _________!

Whenever you estavlish a close and very intimate relationship with someone, your astral shells merge and you become as very strongly connected to each other as twins are.

My interpretation of your dream either is that your friend is currently very ill, and is thinking fondly of you, or that he is in grief due to a death in his family.

Your e-mail message:

"Hi Sir Tony,

"Pleasant day.

"Hope you could find time for my various queries:

"1) I have read one of your previous posts last week regarding the kapre's cigar. I found those scraps 

or 'upos' in my room last year when my father died. We we're in the hospital for at least a week so I 

wasn't sleeping much in my room. It looked like small bits of brown, something similar to sand's texture. 

Some of it even stained my clothes brown. Well there's a big tree near the gate of the apartment where

 we live, I'm not so sure if its a balete but it wrang a bell when I read your reply to one of posts regarding

 the kapre. Is it possible that it came from a kapre? I have also heard a story from my girlfriend that when 

her father died, she also found same bits inside her room in the province.

"2) Hope to also know your opinion on gut feels or hunches. If ever we experience such flashes, does it 

come from any entity or is it an innate ability that we humans have? Per my own experience, negative 

hunches usually come from the gut while some ideas flash in my mind.

"Thank you sir,

"__________"

My reply:

Hello _________!

Strange residue in the house can be due to insects that are nesting or shedding. I would not pay 

undue attention to it unless it occurs too frequently. Even if such residue were left behind by a 

kapre, there would still be nothing to worry about. It simply means that the kapre is not 

discomfited by making its harmless presence known.

Everyone has gut feeling, which is what men call it, while women call it intuition. It is a result 

of one's psychic feeling ability, which is located in one's abdomen. Men or women who have 

heightened psychic feeling are said to be empaths.

The sky is a stainless-steel, kitchen drain.

Ground Dennis Coffee Garden coffee beans from Zamboanga.

Two cups black, Dennis coffee.

Good noon, Cubao!

Slept eight hours last night and would have slept on, but Jaymark woke me up.

I am fated to have ship models in our house. Whenever I sell or give one away, another one comes in its place.

Confetti is nothing more than colorful trash.

Time is a phenomenon because things can never be the same again.

When it rains, it pours. Now a vendor is coming to me with yet another Enterbay Bruce Lee action figure.

How can I say no when it's Bruce Lee's 76th birthday?

An iced root beer at M.'s cafe.

Army-Navy burger and quesadilla dinner with the granddaughters.

Three-hour, deep tissue massage.

Welcome to my latest novel in cyberspace, Cubao Ilalim: Unang Aklat.

http://tonyperezphilippinescyberspacebook34.blogspot.com/

Choose your students of magic very well, for most of them are lazy bums who refuse to work and believe that it is magic that should work for them.

Good morning, Cubao!

The sky is one meter of blue-and-white plaid.

Record your dreams now. Listen to their messages. Act upon them as necessary.

Do not wait to lie on your deathbed and have a surge of dreams. They will only be dreams of regret, and it will be too late to do anything then.

My sisters Remi and Alice always buy fresh cherries and give me some.

I love fresh cherries, especially if they are chilled. I taste them in my mouth, on my tongue, in my throat, and in my stomach.

For two years now I've been planting cherry seeds on our roof deck, but none of them have sprouted.

Sometimes neighborhood lovebirds go on dinner dates at M.'s cafe.

It is all right to forgive the unrepentant, for true forgiveness is unconditional.

I suddenly saw that he suddenly fell ill, and, in that moment, he suddenly wondered whether I could help him get well.

An iced root beer at M.'s cafe. Again, it was most pleasurable sipping an iced root beer and doing nothing else.

Three more chapters to reformat for cyberspace. Work proceeding fast.

After posting my latest novel in cyberspace I intend to paint Sarah's portrait, then write another novel, then paint a big, a very big, religious painting for Maryhill School of Theology. Then probably go back to writing again.

When you are unable to get your own way, do not wax religious as a defense mechanism.

One of the old residents in a townhouse across the street did some house cleaning and laid out Christmas items, needlework stuff, and cooking implements for sale at the fruit vendor's. All of them are imported and unused (but quite old and evidently out of storage).

Bought three fat candles for Aubrey and two huge, silver tassels to hang on our botica cabinet handles.

Good noon, Cubao!

The sky is a shining billabong.

Phat Doog With Early Christmas Bow

And then the werewolf crossed the street to the burger stand.

Ravenous after completing a literary piece.

A root beer at M.'s cafe. Wasn't writing passages in my notebook anymore, of course, since I've finished my novel.

It was so nice to be sipping root beer and doing nothing for a change.

Still formatting my novel for cyberspace. Probably giving myself six more days to finish doing so, since I am working on three chapters a day.

Know when the body can no longer perform certain tasks.

A roof is not enough to keep out the rain.

Your night of sleep is contingent on your day of work.

The Wands must continue pointing to the ground.

Sometimes, as you will see, your enemy's death will not be enough to stop him from existing.

Never hurt anyone in any manner, in the process of attaining your success.

When unable to brush your teeth, munch on fresh cucumber.

Have at least two reasons behind everything. Reveal to others only the safer one.

Children's most lasting wounds are those inflicted by their own parents. But, those wounds can always be healed.

A storm is Nature's broom that sweeps negative energy off the land.

Two-hour visit by Father Richard Diaz, Dean of Maryhill School of Theology. We had coffee in the dining room.

Father Richard checked out my Saint John The Baptist triptych for the CICM provincial. The triptych will hang in the lobby of Maryhill School of Theology.

Will be brought to MST on Tuesday afternoon to check out and measure the location for installation.

Two cups black, Artisans coffee.

This coffee is too mild. Too mild for me.

Good day, Cubao!

The sky is a stainless steel colander.

Thursday, November 24, 2016.

8:30 PM. My novel is done.

Will give it a once-over tomorrow and format it for posting in cyberspace.

Into Chapter 22.

Your e-mail message:

Hi Mr. Perez,

I read your advice on my dream and the kapre. Thank you very much, it was helpful advice.

I have two other dreams which I wish to consult with you. These two occurred long after 

the kapre one, but like it, were quite odd.

This first dream is quite recent. It occurred sometime last September or October. I do not 

have the original account which I wrote on the day I woke anymore. Instead I have a 

version which I edited into a potential story plot. Still, from that account, these are the 

details which I remember from the dream:

There is a girl walking through an endless hall or corridor. It twists and turns like a 

labyrinth. It is also a house. I am watching her, but she is oblivious to me. 

It is completeley dark. She is carrying a candle. Instead of walls, there are floor-to-ceiling 

mirrors. At the other side of these, there is a parallel world that is exactly the same—

an endless corridor/house/labyrinth of mirrors that is completely dark—except that the 

version of the girl that is travelling here is golden. This golden version is also carrying a candle.

The girl is not aware of the parallel world, but her golden version somewhat is. I am 

watching them.

The candle is a link. Some of the mirrors are doors. The girl did not have to enter the 

mirror or go through it, only pass by certain ones with the candle. Whenever this 

happened, she and her golden version would trade places. Neither is aware of this 

happening.

My second dream happened last July. This I was able to write down upon waking and 

preserve it. In the dream I was going through videos, images, and audio clips, although 

sometimes it seemed as if I was not merely viewing or listening to these items, but was 

in the actual scenery. Or that each video was in itself its own dream where I would enter 

and exit from. I wish to share this segment:

I am watching an ocean, its waves sloshing around the open. The camera either changes 

angle or zooms out, and reveals reeds sticking out of the water. These reeds turn out to 

be tiny hairs. The ocean turns out to be the blue iris of an eye, with splotches of green 

and brown. In the middle is a black hole, which is the pupil. 

Do you have any books on dream interpretation? It seems like a fascinating field.

Thank you.

My reply:

Hello _____!

1. First, what is the point in recording your dreams if you keep losing your records and are 

unable to retrieve them when you need them?

2. Having said that, when I was teaching _Dreamwork and Dream Analysis_ as a university 

elective, some of the students were unable to remember their dreams. I asked them to write 

a short story on the spot and analyzed their stories AS THOUGH they were dreams.

Hence I am able to analyze the dreams you present here, even if, as you say, you edited 

them. They remain valid products of your psyche, but I must give you the following advice for 

the future: Do not attempt to be literary or cinematic when writing about your dreams. It gets 

in the way of TRUTH.

3. The girl in the first dream is your fantasy self. She is walking through your fantasy world. 

The dream/story is a reflection of your dissociative state. Whenever you are unable to cope 

with everyday problems, your tendency is to go schizoid and seek shelter in an imagined 

reality. Do be careful. A split personality might seem glamorous, but it is a useless burden.

4. The second dream indicates your being overwhelmed with emotion. Water/the sea are 

symbols of feeling. The giant eye is yours. You are able to observe your helplessness but 

are currently unable to act and do something about it.

5. Just Google-search books on dream interpretation. However, avoid dream dictionaries.

Stop pouncing. Only street dogs do that.

REFLECT before announcing your convictions to the world, because, since things are never what they seem, you could be WRONG.

Good noon, Cubao!

The sun is a reflection of the ceiling light on a glass of drinking water.

Watched two successive Snapped episodes on DIVA.

Wearing Kiehl's Original Musk Oil.

The way it looks like, my novel will end with Chapter 22 or Chapter 23. Since I am into Chapter 21, I will stop writing first and give the work some rope.

I am giving my psyche a chance to end the novel the way it should or the way I currently think it should.

Back from Farmers Market with Jaymark. Bought a sack of all-purpose flour and fresh shrimp.

Now cooking our favorite split dish: half a kilo of halabos na suwahe and half a kilo of peeled shrimp wrapped in all-purpose flour, egg, and crispy bread crumbs.

"Go, and sin no more" = Don't do the same things that led to your current illness.

Into Chapter 21.

Continued cleaning out Ivy's room--a slow process, since it's been more than one year.

Discovered a lot of treasures and a lot of things I wish I hadn't seen, which is true of everyone's room. Now I am thinking about MY room. After I die, what do I want my family to see, and what do I NOT want them to see?

Good morning, Cubao!

The sun is a sparkle on a gold-leafed statue.

The goddess of the storm is my mother.

A root beer and chips at M.'s cafe.

Wrote four pages in cursive for my novel. It was as though I couldn't stop writing, as though the novel wanted to keep writing itself. But I think I'll encode the pages tomorrow rather than tonight.

The granddaughters are upstairs. Angelique and Cath are working on another portion of their thesis.

Funny, at M.'s cafe I suddenly had a vision. The cafe was filled with neighbors, and there were even more neighbors standing outside. Everyone was looking at the huge, flat-screen TV beside the door to the cafe kitchen. On the screen was a news coverage of a devastating storm. I saw, among other things, tornadoes.

Into Chapter 20.

Back from Farmers Market with Jaymark.

Never look back at the past and wish you'd done things differently. Had you done things differently, you would be in a situation worse than what you are already in today.

What is within is naked truth.

What is without is a disguise of falsehoods.

It is the hungry man who becomes obsessed with sex.

Please get it straight.

Insenso (yellow, baby amber) is used to cleanse a location.

Kamanyang (dark brown amber) is used to give honor to someone or something, and is lit at celebrations.

Jaymark is walking Cerefina again, or should I say, running Cerefina.

Whenever she is taken outdoors Cerefina barks happily and loud, announcing to the world that we should all be grateful to be alive.

Good noon, Cubao!

The sun is a bowl of frankincense.

Earlier tonight at dinner I discovered that Angelique, Aubrey, and J. don't like Turkish Delight candy (the commercial, chocolate-covered jellies, not the real Turkish Delight from Turkey).

I ate those and gave them Hershey's chocolate chip cookies for dessert instead.

Into Chapter 19.

A root beer at M.'s cafe.

Wrote passages for my novel in my notebook.

Using Ivy's set of three green tote purses for my money, my pen, my keys, my cigarettes, and my lighter.

Dinner at home with Angelique, Aubrey, J., and Jaymark.

Every person has a dragon. You'll know yours when you see a picture of it.

Back from Farmers Market with Jaymark.

In trying to please other people, you end up not pleasing yourself.

You are disturbed by the things that you read in cyberspace.

Why?

Did it ever occur to you that you are reading not people's messages, but people's thoughts?

Long ago, people wished that they could read other people's minds. The mages said, "You don't really want that. Because, if you did, you would find out that the people who you think love you, don't."

On facebook and on Google+, when you read other people's postings, you are, in effect, reading their innermost thoughts.

Does it make you happy?

Do you still want to be psychic?

Do you really have the right to change how people think, and to censor what they are thinking?

If your answer is no, simply deactivate all of your accounts, and be content.

Late lunch with Jaymark at M.s' cafe.

My sister Sylvia and my brother-in-law Rey flew back to Sydney yesterday evening. They should be safe at home by now.

To use magic on a magical chessboard, read my cyberspace book "Magic for Squares" at http://tonyperezphilippinescyberspacebook11.blogspot.com/.

Regina made Spirit Questors pendulums to sell at her gift shop.

I told her to take out all of the pentacle connectors.

The Spirit Questors do not use pentacles.

I note that people get in trouble because they post stuff out of a dark, sardonic, sense of humor. Unfortunately their postings are not funny at all--I don't hear anyone laughing.

I also note that it is a typical defense mechanism employed by men to irk women.

We are now cleaning the side balcony.

Good morning, Cubao!

The sun is a temple vigil lamp.

When writing passages for my novels and plays in cursive, I use my five dragon pens and one Dionysos pen.

Into Chapter 18.

A root beer mixed with a light beer at M.'s cafe. Wrote passages for my novel in my notebook.

A group of ten young men arrived and had sisig and two bottles of Tanduay Light.

There must be something about Tanduay. My nephew-in-law James in Sydney and a friend of my sister Sylvia ordered bottles of it.

The customers kept coming to M.'s cafe all the way through 6:00 AM this morning. That is why they opened 11:00 AM today, to give the staff a chance to rest.

My granddaughters do not like trying new and unfamiliar flavors. I am the only person in the house who is drinking the Harry Potter Pumpkin Juice from my sister Sylvia. It has a very strong, cinnamon flavor.

My granddaughters tell me that they like cinnamon in pies but not in a drink.

A master increases his power the more he teaches others, because what comes or emanates from him cannot be turned toward him. As such, none of his weapons can ever be used against him.

Wearing Camouflage by Police.

You Were Asking Me How I Use This Notebook

The short strap is used s a bookmark. The tip of the anchor can be hooked securely to a ring.

The upper slit can hold cards.

The lower slit is bigger and can hold more cards.

Both slits can also be used for loose slips of note paper. You need paper clips to secure them.

The two diagonal slits are for holding your pen.

The long strap is to bind the flap closed.

Chinese Lanterns

It is always inadvisable to be successful and famous and then have someone fall in love with you.

It is best to have someone fall in love with you, and then become successful and famous.

Your e-mail message:

"Hi Mr. Perez,

"This was my dream with the kapre. I used to have a 
written account, which I wrote on the day I woke up, 
but have lost it. This is what I remember of it:

"It began at our house. I am on the second floor, in 
my mother's room. It is night but the lights in the 
room are on. They are yellowish. In her room, a 
meeting of an NGO I used to be part of is being held 
there. I am in the meeting and worksheets are being 
handed out.

"I stepped out and entered what should have been 
our bathroom, beside my mother's room, but instead 
I found an office with some people working inside. 
The floor, walls and ceilings were made of old, 
chipped white tiles. These are not the tiles of our 
bathroom. The furniture of this office was old as well
and beginning to dilapidate. I did something here 
which I do not remember anymore. It was daytime 
in this room. The people here were using natural 
light from the windows.

"I stepped out. I go out of our house and out of our 
gate and onto the street. It is nighttime and very 
dark. The only source of light was the streetlamp 
above, and it was emitting a yellow light. Still, I 
could not make out our neighbor's houses, only 
mine and the surrounding trees.

"There was a chair and photocopying machine in 
the middle of the street. I take the worksheets I 
obtained from the NGO meeting, and proceeded 
to photocopy them.

"After some time a young woman emerged from 
the darkness of the street. She was a mestisa, with 
short brown hair and glasses. I did not recognize 
her, but knew instinctively that she was a neighbor. 
She was happy, and was in a sweatshirt and 
sweatpants, as if she had been doing a late night 
jog around the subdivision. She was carrying a tea 
light candle. She walked up and tells me, "may 
kapre," then proceeds to the unoccupied lot beside 
our house, where there is a forest.

"Suddenly, I was filled with panic. I did not wait for 
the mestisa lady to completely disappear into the 
forest. I rushed back inside our house. Inside it is 
daytime and very bright, and my mother's 
room and bathroom were back to normal—no more 
NGO meeting or office. I looked for my mother and 
told her that there was a kapre in our house. She did 
not believe me. I rushed back outside to the street, 
where it was night again. The street lamp was still 
on. I did this several times, running back and forth 
from inside our house where it was day, and out 
onto the street where it is night.

"Finally I decided to simply go to sleep. I went 
inside our house, where it was day, and climbed up 
the stairs to my room. I lay in bed but suddenly 
panic again. I could feel the kapre's presence but 
could not see it. However I knew that it is white, 
which was odd. I started to imagine what it might 
look like but really, I could not see it. It was then 
that I felt it touching me rather sexually in my bed. 
I became filled with intense fear and it was then 
that I wake up, where it is daytime for real.

"In reality as well, the unoccupied lot in my dream 
has already been purchased within the last two 
years. The trees cut down, and a white house had 
been put up. I had this dream when the house had 
been standing but had notyet been occupied for 
several months.

"This is why I think the kapre of my dream and the 
one my maid was referencing to may not be the 
same as the one that is rumored to live in our 
mango tree. I think this kapre might have come 
from that lot beside us, but had moved into our 
house, since my dream had a reference to that 
place. I think it is trying to send a message. It also 
confuses me why it was touching me sexually in 
my dream.

"Other than that dream and the ashes in our sala, 
there had been no other recent instances involving 
a kapre.

"Thank you and good night, I will tell you of my 
other dreams in the next few days."

My reply:

Hello ____!

Dreaming that you are on an upper floor indicates that the message 
is from your Freudian superego or your Jungian Higher Self. The 
bathroom with chipped tiles is a metaphorical venue for 
self-cleansing. You do not recall what you did inside because 
the embarrassing memory is being repressed. On or around the 
time of the dream, you must have done something unacceptable to 
others, and wished to delete it not only from your own memory 
but also from the memory of other people.

The use of a photocopying machine indicates a mechanical 
following of other people's instructions. In making up for past 
remissions, you did what other people expected you to do, 

instead of what you should have done as an act of the heart.

You are the mestiza in the dream, as you are also your mother in 
the dream. Your mind dissociated and you came face to face 
with the person you wished you were. This person, the second 
you, told you of the presence of the kapre--not a real kapre in 
this scenario but something dark, horrifying, and haunting in 
your life. The need for cleansing now becomes the need to avoid 
or get rid of a kapre, because the need for cleansing hurts more. 
In this dream, however, they mean one and the same thing.

The fluctuations between day and night indicate that you are torn 
between two things, most probably self-control and a giving in to 
urges. The kapre is white because it is female. Could this dream 
be about lesbian tendencies?

An empty lot that becomes a lot with a white house summarizes 
the entire message. In a dream, a house symbolizes a mind or a 
mindset. In this dream the white house is the heaven-house of

females. The dream, therefore, is both an anxiety dream and a 
wish-fulfillment dream, the desire to build a new mind or a new 
mentality.

My advice is, follow your heart. It will keep you happy, and, at 
the end of your life, you will pass away with few regrets.

Angelique is off to the pet grooming parlor to have Kichiro Mayuzumi shaved.

Atchays do not like being corrected. They take every correction as a grave affront, and insist on being wrong at the cost of their pride. Sometimes they even have to be yelled at.

That is why their subculture never progresses. They remain fixated on the Spanish colonial period, where their minds were first created.

Good morning, Cubao!

The sun is an orange cat padding along the top of a fence ledge.

Your e-mail message:

"Hi Mr. Tony Perez,

How are you? Is this email address still active? 
Yesterday I finished your book The Calling
and enjoyed it very much. I found this email 
address from tonyperezphilippines.blogspot.com.

"If it is all right with you, I am seeking help 
regarding a dream and a kapre. Many years ago, 
perhaps more than ten years ago, there was a 
story going around our househelp and that of 
nearby neighbors that a kapre was spotted in our 
Indian mango tree. This year, I had a very vivid 
dream involving a kapre. Today also, I learned that 
one of our former househelp had found ashes in 
our sala, which was described as from a 
makalumang sigarilyo. She was certain that it 
was from a kapre. This happened within the year. 
The kapre of ten years ago and the kapre in my 
dream may not be the same, but the kapre 
referenced by our former househelp and the kapre 
in my dream may be the same one.

"Could you help me interpret my dream and advice 
on what to do? I believe the kapre is trying to send 
a message. I also have other unusually vivid dreams 
I would like to consult with you.

"Thank you,

"____"

My reply:

Hello ____!

Every tree is the residence of a kapre. These beings usually make 
themselves known to the members of the household only so that 
at least member will acknowledge their presence and assure them 
that they may stay where they are. The kapres then becomes good 
allies and help the members of the household prosper.

There are two common ways of extending friendship to a kapre:

--Offering one handful each of rice, corn, mung bean, and green 
peas round the base of its tree

--Offering libations of wine and cigars at the foot of each tree.

Do not light joss sticks in your yard. Kapres detest it.