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The Olympic Dream (or so I think)

"Oh my God it's a ranch." I heard myself saying these words out loud. It's not that I haven't been into a ranch before but that ranch was kinda special. You know, those that you usually see in romantic movies. Then there's this big house and there at the door I saw my Mama waving at me. I felt myself walking towards her. "Come on, dinner's ready," she said. "Why is she speaking in English" and why am I thinking in English?" :ha?:Geez. Then I saw the house's interior. My God it's huge. There were people everywhere. I saw my college friends and they were very busy preparing for a very special occasion, I assumed because the room is filled with flowers. Then to my right, there's this room full of computers. What the? What's goin' on in here? There were people I don't recognize and I can't quite understand what they're saying ;coz its all gibberish. I can't find my Mama anywhere so I've decided to go to the computer room. I was so impressed by the big LCDs that I hardly notice a man approaching me. "excuse me," he said. I turned around and almost bit my tongue. Standing before me is Phelps, all 6 ft. and 4 in. of him.

"I'm Michael Phelps,"
"I know!, uh, I'm Irma,"
"So, you must be the new computer instructor huh? They told me you're here already"
"I am?"
"Uh, I guess so":tsk:

Palms sweating, he stared at me while I discussed the basics of keyboarding. hahaha. :ahaha:
Then he...
Then the earth shook. I can hear someone calling me. "Mi, mata na." (Mi, wake up!)

Huh? Dang it! What a dream. I knew it! It's too good to be true. nyahahaha. Well, it's not unusual that I dream about my Mother or my friends. I can explain why my mother was there because we recently had a spat and my friends are also there because I miss them sooo much. As for the LCDs, clearly, I can't get my mind off work. :waaah: But Phelps? Geez, what the heck is he doing in my dreams? The Olympics maybe but I wasn't really into it aside from gymnastics. So after that dream, I immediately googled him and look what I got.


Hmmm, he's hot! :woooh: but...

 

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