I dreamt of 
Dr. Alex Karev last night. We were part of a live-in training, like the mission school I had with ICPE, and he was this strikingly handsome guy who wears white undershirts torn at the sleeves and a khaki jacket and pants and says to me “amputi mo yata ngayon?” during my worst hair moment.
In the next installment, he was a boarder at my grandmother’s house in Basco. Someone seemed to have hurt him so he came to the room, where I was talking with Lila, to say goodbye. He said he had decided to go to Africa. He sat beside Lila and reached for me with both arms, kissed me on the lips, and hugged me. It was so real. So real. Surreal. When I woke up I wanted to go back to sleep again.
You know how sometimes, when you have a dream about someone, you wake up with that weird feeling you can’t shake off and that affects you the whole day? The dream seems to change how you see or feel about that person and now you feel a certain closeness to him/her. When that person is a character in a soap opera, you know the warm feelings are silly. Except that in my dream there was no silly.
