Am I dreaming?

     I woke up from the weirdest dream. Perhaps its the result of cooking on a butane stove and applying a heavy dose of Korean IcyHot. My dream consisted of me on a quest to go shopping in Manila of course.  The dream starts off with me at my cousin's small under a staircase kiosk selling of all things , baskets. Not the pretty kinds with handles and decorative touches but just your simple open faced bowl style basket that restaurants use for bread or other small baked goods. I was actually there just to eat lunch and hide myself in the corner. No selling required for this job.  Apparently I am at an all night style shopping center, which logically would dictate I would have been in DongDaeMum (Great East Gate). The time frame was around 5am to 8am. I end up sorta wandering around looking for SM Store. Thus I place my location in Manila. In the process I wander through the endless vendors which clearly from my memory places me in Tutuban in the Divisoria in Manila. Somehow I end up on a rooftop in the parking garage overlooking what would be Ortigas in the Megamall - Shangrila area. Clearly Dorothy your not in Kansas. Having found my way, I end up down a staircase into the street level bargain area. Now for this part of my dream it's clearly I was in Glorietta in the Park Square Area. However it was closed and i was on my way to find fabric. Luckily for me I meet up with 2 friends, non specific at this point but by me kissing them goodbye as the make their way up an escalator meant they were in this dream to point me to the fabric. All of which came in the form of an outside style grab and bargain. At this point I'm having a conversation with a guard who I suspect wants to either be helpful or wants to mug me of my wallet, somehow he was called back to his post and I was on my way, looking through piles and piles of wool suiting and broadcloth. Not quite what I was expecting. I did pass by a Anson's sign, but Anson's is an electronics store and not a supermarket. I never did contact my cousin nor find SM or the fabric store for that matter. I simple woke up .. so what could this dream mean? Not sure but I had to write this one down. Other things to note: Manila in my dream lacked the smell of diesel and dirt , the streets were clean and everyone spoke English. More importantly I was in my 2004-5 body.  Why am I dreaming this? 

I don't blog enough

I've been contemplating what I should blog about again. I just haven't had a specific focus on what interests me to get me to sit here and post. This blog technically should be great because its non specific. Maybe I'm not meant to be that pragmatic about things. Actually I think I've been stuck trying to embrace all these social media things that it just comes up short on my thinking that somehow I need to be relevant or for that matter, somehow I need to occupy my time.

I'll think of something soon.