Almonds and Stephen
Right now I will be sharing to you a dream I had involving
The Summer Set. I’m doing this because I’m deeply uninspired to write something more relevant, and because the dream was funny and weird and I love it.
21 September 2014
This morning I dreamed of The Summer Set, but the main character really was
Stephen James Gomez, the band’s bad-ass, never-smiling, but gloriously good-looking bassist.
So I was in a mall with my mother, brother and niece Reevien. It was lunchtime so we went inside a small brightly-lit restaurant/cafe. Before I even thought of what to get, I saw
Brian Dales (the sassiest vocalist in the world) in the mall. Brian Dales in the mall. In Manila! He was just walking around, and was even wearing the same Uncool sweatshirt I saw him in
back in August 29. Apparently he wasn’t thronged by fans. I pointed at him and told Reevien who he was. He saw me pointing and just smiled. He took the escalator. The strange thing was I didn’t even
bother running after him to have a photo or something. Hello, that was Brian we’re talking about!
And then suddenly we were outside the restaurant/cafe. Look at that:
Matty Healy (vocalist of
The 1975) was also there! Some girls recognized him and asked for a photo. There was also a woman who I didn’t recognize, but I guess she was famous because there were fans around her. And you wouldn’t believe this but we also saw Rihanna by the escalators! What the fuck was that place: a mall of the famous? Reevien asked for a photo with her and Rihanna obliged. She didn’t have bodyguards around. Maybe we were in a dimension where celebrities weren’t so
untouchable anymore. Everyone was equal and friendly.
While I was taking my niece and Rihanna’s picture, Stephen Gomez walked by. He was also wearing the same shirt (red stripes) he wore when I saw him in person. They didn’t change clothes, Brian and him. That was the time I fangirled so hard and scrambled to have a photo with him. I stood beside Stephen while my brother took the photo. But suddenly Stephen put his arms around me and hugged me so tight like we were friends. He was definitely very touchy. It was weird but I liked it (duh). After the photo op, I left with him. With him. I discarded my family and walked away with Stephen, going God knows where. We talked about his bandmates and I told him I saw Brian earlier walking with a dog (where did the dog come from though). I also noted that they were both wearing clothes I’ve seen before. He just laughed. Damn, he had the nicest laughing face.
We kept walking until we arrived to a grand staircase that led down to a large area. The area looked like a ballroom. There were three skinny girls roaming around, and Stephen wanted them to leave. Of course he didn’t actually holler at the girls. A guard came and escorted the girls out. Suddenly there was an old woman and she started dancing (can’t remember if there was music), and the guard also danced with her. They looked adorable. I went down a few steps and just watched the dancing duo. They started clapping to the music’s beat, and I did the same. I looked at Stephen. He smiled as he went beside me. He said something about fears which for the life of me I can’t remember. But before he could finish what he was saying, I
kissed him. I put my hand on his face and kissed him. Wow, the guts I had.
The strange thing was the kiss didn’t feel special for me. It wasn’t exactly romantic and fireworks-inducing; just a normal, every day kiss lovers give each other. A spur-of-the-moment smooch. He kissed me back anyway so I guess it was okay. We smiled at each other. His smiles were dazzling, like you can hear
shiny ding sound effects every time.
The three skinny girls came back. They were talking about
John Gomez (the band’s super sexy lead guitarist) and Stephen, and said something about hooking up with them. Gosh, eww. They sounded like typical, ambitious, in-your-face flirts. I rolled my eyes. Stephen took it in stride. I wondered where John was.
After that we found ourselves in a room with a long pool. There was an excessive amount of water and too much artificial waves. I reckoned the band was shooting a music video that involved water. (Kinda cheesy.) I started playing around like I owned the place. I was soaking wet. Stephen looked dapper in his suit, but he wasn’t very dry either. When we both reached the other end of the pool, we challenged each other to a race. Whoever gets to the other end first shall win (duh). But this was the weirdest thing: instead of diving to the water and swimming to the end, we could apparently run. Over water. We could
run over water. Like Jesus. And we did just that. We ran over water and we reached the other side at the same time. So I guess we both win. (Such cheeseballs.)
Suddenly my friend (can’t remember her name) and I needed to leave. The band also needed to leave – for good. That meant flying back to LA or Arizona. It was sad. I told my friend to tell my mother that I’d stay till midnight. I wanted more time with Stephen. (So many cheese.) Everyone left. Stephen and I stayed, hugging each other, me wearing pants and a crisp white shirt, him wearing his suit, both of us soaking down to our underwear. (I died of cheese.)
P.S.: While we were walking in the mall, I would like to note that Stephen and I were holding each other. His right arm was around me and my left arm was around his torso. We can safely conclude that we were a couple, or an almost-there couple. He also said something about facial wash that has almonds – real, solid, not-crushed almonds – on it. He said he used it on his face and that I should try it, too. I must have given him a bewildered look (hello,
almonds on your face) because he laughed and said, “of course I was just kidding.” What the heck. He had bad jokes but man was he
gorgeous.
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Almonds and Stephen
Right now I will be sharing to you a dream I had involving
The Summer Set. I’m doing this because I’m deeply uninspired to write something more relevant, and because the dream was funny and weird and I love it.
21 September 2014
This morning I dreamed of The Summer Set, but the main character really was
Stephen James Gomez, the band’s bad-ass, never-smiling, but gloriously good-looking bassist.
So I was in a mall with my mother, brother and niece Reevien. It was lunchtime so we went inside a small brightly-lit restaurant/cafe. Before I even thought of what to get, I saw
Brian Dales (the sassiest vocalist in the world) in the mall. Brian Dales in the mall. In Manila! He was just walking around, and was even wearing the same Uncool sweatshirt I saw him in
back in August 29. Apparently he wasn’t thronged by fans. I pointed at him and told Reevien who he was. He saw me pointing and just smiled. He took the escalator. The strange thing was I didn’t even
bother running after him to have a photo or something. Hello, that was Brian we’re talking about!
And then suddenly we were outside the restaurant/cafe. Look at that:
Matty Healy (vocalist of
The 1975) was also there! Some girls recognized him and asked for a photo. There was also a woman who I didn’t recognize, but I guess she was famous because there were fans around her. And you wouldn’t believe this but we also saw Rihanna by the escalators! What the fuck was that place: a mall of the famous? Reevien asked for a photo with her and Rihanna obliged. She didn’t have bodyguards around. Maybe we were in a dimension where celebrities weren’t so
untouchable anymore. Everyone was equal and friendly.
While I was taking my niece and Rihanna’s picture, Stephen Gomez walked by. He was also wearing the same shirt (red stripes) he wore when I saw him in person. They didn’t change clothes, Brian and him. That was the time I fangirled so hard and scrambled to have a photo with him. I stood beside Stephen while my brother took the photo. But suddenly Stephen put his arms around me and hugged me so tight like we were friends. He was definitely very touchy. It was weird but I liked it (duh). After the photo op, I left with him. With him. I discarded my family and walked away with Stephen, going God knows where. We talked about his bandmates and I told him I saw Brian earlier walking with a dog (where did the dog come from though). I also noted that they were both wearing clothes I’ve seen before. He just laughed. Damn, he had the nicest laughing face.
We kept walking until we arrived to a grand staircase that led down to a large area. The area looked like a ballroom. There were three skinny girls roaming around, and Stephen wanted them to leave. Of course he didn’t actually holler at the girls. A guard came and escorted the girls out. Suddenly there was an old woman and she started dancing (can’t remember if there was music), and the guard also danced with her. They looked adorable. I went down a few steps and just watched the dancing duo. They started clapping to the music’s beat, and I did the same. I looked at Stephen. He smiled as he went beside me. He said something about fears which for the life of me I can’t remember. But before he could finish what he was saying, I
kissed him. I put my hand on his face and kissed him. Wow, the guts I had.
The strange thing was the kiss didn’t feel special for me. It wasn’t exactly romantic and fireworks-inducing; just a normal, every day kiss lovers give each other. A spur-of-the-moment smooch. He kissed me back anyway so I guess it was okay. We smiled at each other. His smiles were dazzling, like you can hear
shiny ding sound effects every time.
The three skinny girls came back. They were talking about
John Gomez (the band’s super sexy lead guitarist) and Stephen, and said something about hooking up with them. Gosh, eww. They sounded like typical, ambitious, in-your-face flirts. I rolled my eyes. Stephen took it in stride. I wondered where John was.
After that we found ourselves in a room with a long pool. There was an excessive amount of water and too much artificial waves. I reckoned the band was shooting a music video that involved water. (Kinda cheesy.) I started playing around like I owned the place. I was soaking wet. Stephen looked dapper in his suit, but he wasn’t very dry either. When we both reached the other end of the pool, we challenged each other to a race. Whoever gets to the other end first shall win (duh). But this was the weirdest thing: instead of diving to the water and swimming to the end, we could apparently run. Over water. We could
run over water. Like Jesus. And we did just that. We ran over water and we reached the other side at the same time. So I guess we both win. (Such cheeseballs.)
Suddenly my friend (can’t remember her name) and I needed to leave. The band also needed to leave – for good. That meant flying back to LA or Arizona. It was sad. I told my friend to tell my mother that I’d stay till midnight. I wanted more time with Stephen. (So many cheese.) Everyone left. Stephen and I stayed, hugging each other, me wearing pants and a crisp white shirt, him wearing his suit, both of us soaking down to our underwear. (I died of cheese.)
P.S.: While we were walking in the mall, I would like to note that Stephen and I were holding each other. His right arm was around me and my left arm was around his torso. We can safely conclude that we were a couple, or an almost-there couple. He also said something about facial wash that has almonds – real, solid, not-crushed almonds – on it. He said he used it on his face and that I should try it, too. I must have given him a bewildered look (hello,
almonds on your face) because he laughed and said, “of course I was just kidding.” What the heck. He had bad jokes but man was he
gorgeous.
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Already several months had passed, and I am missing
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry more and more each fleeting day. There are just some things in life that we can never forget – especially that something that had given us knowledge, skills, strong relationships and a second home. I am glad that everything in the magical world is now at peace, since Voldemort (yes, I can now say his name; no need to be afraid) had died. I had secretly admired Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort’s birth name) though, because of his intelligence, passion and love for magic. Wasn’t he very clever to think of and conjure his seven
Horcruxes to preserve his life, or form a clan of
Death Eaters who were very loyal to him and would give up their lives just for him to succeed? Not everybody can acquire that much loyalty from people these days. I do not, however, admire him for the way he had carried out all of his plans. He had a good agenda, his means just weren’t morally right. But he still is one of the darkest wizards of all time… and let’s leave it that way.
Oh, for all those who are baffled of what I’m saying here and who the heck I am, my name is
Christine Faye Ordas, and I am an alumnus of Hogwarts. I came from the bronze-and-blue-clad house of the smart ass witch Rowena Ravenclaw and her dictum
“Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” And yes, I know the wonderful Luna Lovegood (she’s such a darling) and Harry Potter’s first crush Cho Chang. I had just left Hogwarts last May. Right now I am trying to pursue a career in magical researches, literature and writing. It’s my dream to inscribe intellectual books, publish and sell them in
Flourish and Blotts for the future Hogwarts students’ use. I am also planning to credibly write for the
Daily Prophet, the magical world’s primary news bulletin. And of course, I will be very much honored to contribute to Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood’s
Quibbler (hence, my interest in magical researches). I have always found the Lovegoods a fascinating family, and I bet working with and for them will be very exciting. Or maybe, in Merlin’s beard’s time, I can write legends and bedtime stories like the famous – and wickedly brilliant – Beedle the Bard.
And that’s how my life goes these days. I am utterly missing my old school, my friends, the Great Hall, the bronze eagle knocker just outside the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick (the head of our house), Hogsmeade, the Quidditch matches (although I didn’t actually play for the house), the moving portraits, the castle ghosts, the pumpkins on Halloween, the giant pine trees on Christmas, Rubeus Hagrid’s (Hogwarts’ gamekeeper) tea and treacle fudge – even the crabby Argus Filch (Hogwarts’ caretaker) I miss. Maybe I can visit the school grounds sometimes and see how the magical world’s been doing since Voldemort died (I’ve been spending my months in the muggle world, you see). I’ve heard everybody’s been moving on and starting all over again; the ministry is back on work under Kingsley Shacklebolt; and Harry Potter’s scar haven’t been disturbing him since.
All is well, indeed.
And because of that, we should celebrate and drink firewhisky! Oh, I still don’t drink firewhisky; I can take butterbeer or tea or pumpkin juice – just not firewhisky, please.
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