I awoke late at 0803 AM. I noticed the place was quiet because the twosome left me all alone! Whoo! Hoo! They were at church and came home and then left again to join the widower Fred, who called last night to invite some parishioners and I to join him for breakfast at Denny’s this morning. But by some divine providence, I knew I wouldn’t “fit it” typically because most of the parishioners are old fart with fixed income; while I’m being railroaded by TPTB and pals from ever finding work in the Silicon Valley, EVER! Do NOT doubt me!
Anyway, I dreams of Chuck and Ching. They came back from their vacation in Italy.
They seemed much more nicer and behaved than in real life. Chucked looked more pleasant in this dream. His face doesn’t look fugly with his mis-shapened lips. Even Ate Ching was happy. She was smiling
In this dream, Chuck walked ahead of Ching, even though most females of Pampanga dialect would walk WAY ahead of their male counterparts.
I greeted Chuck who gave me direct eye contact. He wore a yellowish-brown shirt. We greeted each other as he exited close to my right field of vision and behind me. Ching also gave me direct eye contact from behind Chuck.
Then I woke up.
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