I've been having dreams, the past couple of nights.
The other night, I had a dream I was at a Spanish Fare/Festival. Anyway, it was awesome. I didn’t wanna wake up. Ah. Quiero vivir en España
Last night, I dreamt I was back in Alabang. I had a car. I was at the Saluds’ new place. Tito Mike and the Battungs were there too. It was gonna be a party. Suarezes were gonna be there too… and then I woke up.
Got back to sleep but I don’t remember what I dreamed next.
WATSON:I've been reviewing my notes on our exploits over the last… seven months, would you like to know my conclusion?
HOLMES:Uh, if you—
WATSON:I am psychologically disturbed.
WATSON:Why else would I continually be led into situations where you deliberately withhold your plans from me? Why else?
HOLMES:You've never complained about my… methods before.
WATSON:I'm not complaining.
HOLMES:You're not? What do you call this?
WATSON:How—how am I complaining? I never complain. When do I complain about you practicing the violin at three in the morning? Or your mess? Your general lack of hygiene, or the fact that you steal my clothes?
HOLMES:Ah, we have a barter system—
WATSON:When do I complain about you setting fire to my rooms?
WATSON:The rooms! When do I complain that you experiment on my dog—