Unparalleled Parallel Worlds Collide

sometimes, things aren't what they seem

Category: Dreams..what lies beneath

Frifrildi Eda (p6) – The Beginning, The Tempest and The Dark

“Where am I? It’s so dark… and so cold… I can’t see, my eyes hurt… my body hurts…”

She lays crumpled on the ashen floor, battered and bruised. A moment ago she was with company, people whom she hold dear. Laughing, talking, and bickering at the dinner table, enjoying their meal… And then, it all happened so suddenly, with just one swoop. All she remembered was that lightning struck and a tempest had swept her away.

“Hello? are you still alive?” cried a small trembling voice.

“Who’s there? Who are you? What are you? …..Where am I?….” 

She fumbled through the questions non-stop. Her head reeling in from the pain and heart beating fast startled by the small voice that greeted her.

“We are… i don’t know, we are nowhere… I don’t know how i got here either.. I’m just a tiny caterpillar, i’m afraid i’m unable to help you right now, but i could at least keep you company…”

The Lady in the grey dress started to weep in a bitter tone.. she was all dazed and confused of what had come past. Trying to make sense of everything, she grasped desperately for her mind to still. Weeping was all that her body could muster to cope up with the moment.

The night was silent, there was nothing to be seen, no stars shone in the sky, not even a moon to shed light. The wind breezes in with an icy chill, the little caterpillar huddled close to the crumpled lady on the floor for warmth.

“I hope you don’t mind… I am but a tiny, little thing and I could not protect myself from the cold.”

The lady just laid there almost lifeless, exhausted, asleep and without a care. A faint whimper escapes her lips, as if in pain, as she cradles her knees closer to her chest.

“I guess she must be real tired… I guess her mind and her heart is tired.. I shall keep you company for a while. Insignificant as I am, this is all I could offer.”

The night goes on. Nothing to be seen only the icy wind howling through the eves.


frifrildi eda part 5 (draft)

“What does it mean to live?” asks the caterpillar as he was hung up on the lady in grey’s shoulder, trying to inch himself inside a tear on the lady’s clothing to feel warm.

“To live… i do not know. Really. I guess to live is to feel every waking moment — the sights that awe or instill fear in your eyes; the smell that could either fill your nostrils with the sweetest scents of the most putrid and vile thing you had ever stick your nose upon; a touch that might bring about familiarity of sensations on your fingertips that may either be rough or smooth, hot or cold…. the works. things that you encounter at the present, making you realize that every move, thought and word bring about ‘a ripple in a pond that sends things in motion.’ … ” said the lady in grey.. trailing off the last words in response to the caterpillar’s question.

“Hmmm.. that sounds… i dunno? that sounds very complicated to me.” The caterpillar then puts his hands on his chins and ponders while preventing himself from shivering.

It was a long way to the cliff, the air was starting to feel damp and chilly as the waves roll and crash along the edifices of the massive boulders below.  It was her will to forget that dragged her wandering feet to this destination. Clutching the shard of mirror in hand, she didn’t realize that she was already bleeding until she felt a single drop of blood land on her feet.


and so my thought process stops here. >_> *sigh* not enough sorrow i guess?

i could only write this when i’m either deep in thought or when i feel sad about something.. on a brighter note, i guess utilizing your adversities into something productive like doing some homemade cooking or writing a story is a better thing to do than just moping around or whining about it.

i feel a lot better now i guess ( -.-)

Dawn of the Ages

I’ve been researching and watching lots of videos on youtube ever since I heard that weird humming in the sky the other day. Here’s one documentary that blew my mind, at least now i do think i’m not crazy for having some weird thoughts about things being interconnected, being here and not being here at the same time, and yes thus an explanation to my sites title: Unparalleled Parallel Worlds Collide – sometimes, things aren’t what they seem.

Warning: this is not for the faint of heart or for those who are not willing to risk having their long term beliefs shattered. The themes on the following videos had been circulating the world for a long time now but where probably just dismissed by the public due to the lies  facts that had been presented to them since childhood. if you’re brave enough to think freely, go ahead and watch with an open heart and with an open mind.



Videos courtesy of  KilluminatiTheMovie  from youtube 🙂

Of Sociopaths and Empaths.

Today i wake up 30 mins before my alarm goes on my cellphone… Actually i woke up trying to decipher a word in a dream that i said i had just dreamt of recently in the dream (confusing i know). I only remember a fragment of the dream before i woke up so…

I was walking along a familiar mall in my dream when I happened on a turn to the left near an escalator  and saw a couple standing near it. It was a nun in gray frocks and she was being hugged  from behind by a guy that actually looked more like her lover than anything else but then i noticed something odd with the nun, she kept spouting words as if she knew what was on a passerby’s mind! so i was observing her at first to confirm this as a passer-by showed up and she uttered something which made the person look at her. Decided I’d ignore her but as i looked closely when I passed by them, the nun was actually blind and was guided by the man behind her. She caught me wandering through my own thoughts as I passed her by and said something (but i couldn’t remember what it was). Then as I walked on to a store at the end of the hall, i hesitated to enter  at first but the nun began to call out “do as you must!!” so then bracing myself, i pushed the glass door open and went inside the little store.

As I went in, I was greeted by familiar faces. It actually turned out to be a small faculty room for the Religion department. There I saw my old high school religion teacher, Sir Michael and some lady from college. I don’t quite remember who she was but I knew she was an assistant in the dean’s faculty back then. As I looked in wonder around the store, everything was painted in bright white and stacked with little pastel colored books on the shelves. My teacher then said “So what brings you here again? Any problems?”  

“Nothing really, just looking around for today.” I said with a smile. Then I turned around to be greeted by the lady with another question:

“I can’t pin this down right, somebody asked me to define Sociology without ever having to look at any of the books, only from memory.. I forgot though, what do you suppose it means? Any thoughts?” 

“AH! I had a dream about that once! Uh.. let’s see…” I was scanning my thoughts for answers then suddenly got to saying “Sociology, from the word ‘Socios’ meaning to ‘interact’…” Then moments later, I found myself awake and still scanning my thoughts which lead me to this final definition:

Sociology, from the word ‘socios’ meaning ‘human interaction’ is a study on basic human relations with his environment, his relations with other people and his relations with himself. It also deals with complex and simple factors of how the human reacts and relates to thoughts and feelings within himself, his environment and the acknowledgement of the existence of a higher being. 


I googled it online just to see what it was really derived from. Strangely enough, I was ALMOST right on the word origin only with a few glitches :)) so I quote from WIKI: 

Sociology is the scientific study of society.[1] It is a social science (a term with which it is sometimes synonymous) which uses various methods of empirical investigation[2] and critical analysis[3] to develop a body of knowledge about human social activity. For many sociologists the goal is to conduct research which may be applied directly to social policy and welfare, while others focus primarily on refining the theoretical understanding of social processes. Subject matter ranges from the micro level of individual agency and interaction to the macro level of systems and the social structure.[4]

The traditional focuses of sociology have included social stratificationsocial classculturesocial mobilityreligionsecularisationlaw, and deviance. As all spheres of human activity are affected by the interplay between social structure and individual agency, sociology has gradually expanded its focus to further subjects, such as healthmedicalmilitary and penal institutionsthe Internet, and the role of social activity in the development of scientific knowledge.

The word sociology (or “sociologie”) is derived from both Latin and Greek origins. The Latin word: socius, “companion”; -ology, “the study of”, and in Greek λόγος, lógos, “word”, “knowledge”. 

HOW CREEPY IS THAT? :))) I know some of the “dream definition” was a bit of but then when you look at it, it still coincides with the wiki thing… or maybe I just knew most of it all along during my college years and actually forgot about it consciously and so I had to dig in my subconscious to filter the information.


So anyway, what does this all mean, I wonder? I guess I’ll find out in a couple more of days. I am aware, this is another learning task that i have to encounter… but.. what about it? >_< I feel like I’m about to go to the “school of life” to have a master’s degree on this topic :)) Ah well, let’s see what happens.

Soothe my weary soul (part 1)

i listen to the rain pitter pattering on the rooftop.. savoring the caress of the wind from the electric fan behind my back…

i ponder, lost in thoughts.. i try to recall last night’s dream.. what could it possibly mean?

an old friend, an old lover, a magick ring making my hand ball up into a fist, turning it into red brick stone so i can take flight… copper and jade. a familiar and welcoming scenery of some far away barrio where only a few people reside.. a tree with a swing… we were on the swing together, trying to make the swing go higher…

a small room…  beds lined up to fit the whole room.. cozy sheets… i lay on one, next to the last empty bed on my left… you came and tucked one of the occupants to bed and made sure she was cozy enough.. then you laid down on the bed next to me.. i was facing away from you but you asked me to lay down beside you… you held me close to you in an embrace and held both of my hands… “i miss holding them.. i hope you don’t mind.”


i sit here dazed.. as i look at the computer screen to the bottom right, i’ve just wasted 2 hours trying to remember something that i don’t remember. -___-