#### Dreams ​ Nothing but a manifestation again. It’s Stella Undécima this time. I was in a car and put my heads in between my knees because I felt like dying or a really bad nauseous headache. To my right was a person vaguely feeling like Vanessa, our former maid. I dreamt of a maid!!! This is a sign!!! And also, a few seconds later, something tapped me on my butt, like a clear feeling of a finger (I was so scared though, that I ended up screaming “Angel!!!” when I woke up) making “kuhit” on my butt to my left side. It was so scary. I really felt like a person was under my bed and tapped me with their finger, although of course, it was hypnagogia again, because I was really dreaming of being inside a car. There was also a person to my left in that car, but I couldn’t tell who—although I’m willing to bet it was another maid—seems like it anyway. Somebody tell me what this dream means. I’m stumped and have no strategies how to interpret it yet. Maybe Stella is an Angel-type too. #### Ruminations ​ #### Catchy Wordplay/Puns/Copy/Bursts & Spritz ​ These set of poems were from August 2019, a few months after April 12. For now, I grieve my talent, ruined by 4 years of Depakote. I know C.S. Lewis said never to think of what could have been, but I wonder sometimes. Alexa, play “For now, I am winter” by Olafur Arnalds. # God said "Cool" and gave me treasure Bold, bombastic, free Blind I was to value and measure Land of promise, my ass and ears I was coal and you were pressure Phallic people’s all I see Tropes aside, thanks for the pleasure No, you’re the one I need # Ang Hakog, Bow ikog, liog, bantog naibog abi ko'g nabugbog nalibog, nadurog naghikog # Bruise on a cruise Dwarf on a wharf Shark baby hark Mate to sate # God's next miracle after Creation Was recycling the pain of transgression. What He wants for us, I guess, Is a sister's heart of contrition. # (Rational) Accord Planning in (Don't) Give up the ghost. Saccharine (Do) Stay calm in the middle. Lapping in (Don't) Be a model camper. (Do) These you cannot boast. # God as mama Mama's busy, deadline in mind Little professor son is so kind: "God rested on the 7th, mom… Tell me a story, & then cuddle some” Son has tears in his eyes: "Nigh" In a dream, God tells him why. # Mr. Universe Politi ko ethiccs ha He kasi no-no You na petiks ba? ​