The other night’s dream: I was walking with Heidi Klum towards a jeepney stop. We were BFF and all.
We saw Claudia Schiffer walking ahead of us towards the stop, but then she took a turn and went someplace else further.
We got in a jeep and I told Heidi it’s awesome to see a known celebrity taking public transport. She laughed and said it wasn’t a big deal. She said usually takes the jeep late at night and people don’t recognize her.
I was about to pay when Heidi said she already paid for herself.
When she said that, I thought, “Huh, hindi man lang nang-libre.” I didn’t notice when she paid the driver; I thought that was rather sneaky of her.
So basically, in my dream, I was a little insulted that Heidi Klum paid her jeepney fare without telling me and didn’t even consider offering to pay for me. Some BFF she was.
This morning, the woman next to me in the jeep looked like a church lay worker: Long hair in a simple pony tail, plain blouse and skirt, neat in an almost severe way. Even her voice, when she hailed the driver to stop, sounded deferential, well-meaning and pious.
I could think of several religious stereotypes and begun applying them to her. And then I thought that was really mean of me. She seemed genuinely nice, if perpetually anxious. Like God still does not approve of her simple life, no matter how much self-denial she did (which would never be enough).
I don’t know her. Could I even see the world from her perspective? Does she even allow herself that bit of pride to think she has a perspective? Even when I was religious, I was not too religious. It was always partly for show; mostly, it was a show for myself. I wonder what a truly religious person’s inner life is like.