"A New Play"

As for myself, I dreamt, once again, of being on the side of the road and waiting for a bus to take me to work. Whenever I have a dream like this, I know that I am being urged to create a new play or novel.

A bus does stop. My co-passengers are few The conductor charges me PHP 50, which I willingly pay, but my co-passengers complain of the fare hike.

It is dawn but long before sunrise, and the bus passes by shops with well-lighted display windows. I see a lot of chinoiserie I like, especially red-lacquered cabinets that I hope to buy someday.

At work--somehow an outdoor setting--I start knitting with pink yarn, and figure out how my youngest sister Sylvia casts on her stitches. My co-workers and I will have to take our lunch break elsewhere in this outdoor location, and I wonder how convenient it would be to go to Chinatown for lunch.

Next, I am in another setting. I approach my mother at her work desk and ask her for 50 sheets of printing paper. I say that I am about to write a new play. I see that each sheet of paper has a vertical line and that I will have to type my play in a particular format, each line numbered, with a blank column on the right for indicating sets and props.

I proceed to the balcony of our ancestral house in San Fernando Pampanga, and start making notes on yellow pad paper. (I replicated those notes in a notebook immediately upon waking). They contain the dramatis personae and the plot and structure for a new, exciting play.