I live in the Katipunan area. My work is exhausting: I have an eight-to-five job followed by tutorial sessions for students, so that I get home 9:00 PM every night.
A couple whom I know in real life send me their 12-year-old son, whom I will call Joey in this dream, for tutorial sessions. Joey is flunking in school and I am tasked to help him master a book or learning module titled _Green Environment_. His module, however, is incomplete, because he threw away parts of it. I know that I must first read the book/module before anything else, and I am worried that the sections Joey threw away are major elements of the book/module.
Over the next two or three nights I arrive late at night and find that Joey is there, waiting for me. I don't know how to make this work--Joey must wait for me for hours after school and I am tired and unable to tutor him when I arrive. He says, though, that I am his favorite tutor and that he doesn't mind being inconvenienced by the arrangement. Two members of the household try to help by searching my granddaughters' old things to replace parts of the incomplete module. They come up with color pencils, but even those are incomplete because I recall that I gave most of them away.
The sessions I give Joey are insufficient but he doesn't seem to mind. After each session I must take him for a walk to the corner of Katipunan Avenue and Aurora Boulevard, very late at night, and take him in a jeepney to the Immaculate Conception Basilica where Joey's family driver is waiting for him.
On Katipunan Avenue Joey tries to drag me to two places where we can buy ice cream cones because he wants some. I show him that it is late at night and that both stores are already closing. We walk on. I am reluctant to let him travel to Cubao alone, especially at this time of night.
On the jeepney to Cubao I tell Joey to close his eyes because some boys are pelting the jeepney with sharp stones. We ride on, then Joey reminds me that we are already gliding past the basilica. We get off the jeepney and walk back to the plaza where Joey's driver is waiting.
As the car is leaving I ask the driver if he can drop me off at another part of Cubao, but he does not hear me. He drives on and leaves me behind.
I take another jeepney back home but the traffic is so bad and I must switch jeepneys at some point. It is 11:30 PM and I believe I cannot survive such a work schedule.
My Commentary:
At first I thought that my psyche was telling me that I'd been neglecting my Inner Child. And then I thought of "Joey". There was such a child I was assigned to conduct psychotherapy with in the early 70s. He must be in his late 30s or early 40s now.
Upon reflection it occurred to me that Joey is ill and is thinking of me.
A couple whom I know in real life send me their 12-year-old son, whom I will call Joey in this dream, for tutorial sessions. Joey is flunking in school and I am tasked to help him master a book or learning module titled _Green Environment_. His module, however, is incomplete, because he threw away parts of it. I know that I must first read the book/module before anything else, and I am worried that the sections Joey threw away are major elements of the book/module.
Over the next two or three nights I arrive late at night and find that Joey is there, waiting for me. I don't know how to make this work--Joey must wait for me for hours after school and I am tired and unable to tutor him when I arrive. He says, though, that I am his favorite tutor and that he doesn't mind being inconvenienced by the arrangement. Two members of the household try to help by searching my granddaughters' old things to replace parts of the incomplete module. They come up with color pencils, but even those are incomplete because I recall that I gave most of them away.
The sessions I give Joey are insufficient but he doesn't seem to mind. After each session I must take him for a walk to the corner of Katipunan Avenue and Aurora Boulevard, very late at night, and take him in a jeepney to the Immaculate Conception Basilica where Joey's family driver is waiting for him.
On Katipunan Avenue Joey tries to drag me to two places where we can buy ice cream cones because he wants some. I show him that it is late at night and that both stores are already closing. We walk on. I am reluctant to let him travel to Cubao alone, especially at this time of night.
On the jeepney to Cubao I tell Joey to close his eyes because some boys are pelting the jeepney with sharp stones. We ride on, then Joey reminds me that we are already gliding past the basilica. We get off the jeepney and walk back to the plaza where Joey's driver is waiting.
As the car is leaving I ask the driver if he can drop me off at another part of Cubao, but he does not hear me. He drives on and leaves me behind.
I take another jeepney back home but the traffic is so bad and I must switch jeepneys at some point. It is 11:30 PM and I believe I cannot survive such a work schedule.
My Commentary:
At first I thought that my psyche was telling me that I'd been neglecting my Inner Child. And then I thought of "Joey". There was such a child I was assigned to conduct psychotherapy with in the early 70s. He must be in his late 30s or early 40s now.
Upon reflection it occurred to me that Joey is ill and is thinking of me.
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