Dream Journal on a Tiring Tuesday

Weird dream.

I was in a girl group of agents — like Charlie's angels — and selling our services to spy a husband and give two options : kill without a trace, or full restoration of relationship via marriage counselling. So many conversations in between, most of those I have forgotten. Nagkunyari kaming real estate agents when I found a potential client na iniistalk ang asawa sa building. So what I did was to look for evidences to corroborate na nanloloko talaga ang asawa, before we roll the spiel — that selling point. 

So I went to a room acting as a maid like Maid in Manhattan and found a lipstick and a lingerie. And she was crying. When I suggested the services, she was conflicted. Told her we won't give her demands, and we can refer her to another agency who can give other "friendlier terms".  

I wasn't able to tell what she wanted, but she was in tears when she finally decided the terms. However, when we gave her the form, another agent gave me a NDA document and in it—I found the doctor's family home. 

Then I woke up with Timmie's cries to let him out of the bedroom, and I write this in haze before I go back to sleep. 

Orayt, goodnight!