I hate being superstitious.
I wish I wasn’t. Last night’s dream of a vehicle accident and my teeth falling out led to waking up feeling like I had been on the treadmill for an hour. I probably sounded manic to those people I messaged inquiring whether they were fine or not. But seeing friends and family crying or confined to a wheelchair was not pleasant. There’s no trifling with the voodoo shit. Teeth falling out = death. Seriously, I couldn’t make this stuff up even if I was doing blow, shrooms and chasing the dragon all at once.
Oh, I hope I am wrong.
March 28th, 2007 at 12:41 pm
Oh no! The rule is, never tell anyone you had a dream about your teeth falling off, cause that’s supposed to make the death omen true! There’s one way to counter it, you have to bite on a tree LoL! The things our lolas tell us.. thanks to them I still say “tabi-tabi” when I pee whahaha!
March 29th, 2007 at 1:14 pm
Ay caramba. I didn’t get the second part of that voodoo warning. Shite. Yeah, my lolas freaked me out with that stuff too. Gapanguros pa ko gani bago ko mag drive!
Are you sure I have to bite a tree? Would any kind of wood work? Ok, basta indi lang chocolate lollipop ah. hehehehe! Sige tuod na gid ni Jap, no more sex talk.
March 31st, 2007 at 12:04 pm
Yep, bite a pencil (although my lola said only Mongol No.2 will do the trick)! LoL =)