Between dreams and waking life

The company’s bureaucracy is starting to crawl (or rub) into my system—and I’m starting to worry about it.

I had the most pathetic (and probably lousiest) dream last night. I was a member of Power Rangers. (I was Blue Mystic Ranger for some reason.) It was a three-man team, with Cutee being the other one and the third member was indefinite, changing from scene to scene. Anyway, the dream started with a poetry reading session hosted by Maria J, the News Online Marketing Officer. After the party, everyone left, leaving me with some last-minute details or responsibility. And then they attacked—the enemies!

I rushed outside the house (we need wide spaces, live-action heroes in groups can never have too big a space) and pulled my Samsung silver clam phone and pressed on a button as I do the pose. I think I was even shouting something out, a code or something, the ones they usually say when they change costumes. (Think “White Crystal Power Make-up” ala Sailormoon.)

And—poof! It didn’t work.

I kept on pressing the button of the phone, harder, longer, but I still didn’t have my brightly-colored blue spandex and helmet with opaque visor. There must be some code or something (1-2-3-4?) but I don’t remember anything. I used to do this before (me thinking in the dream) but why won’t it work? A quick glimpse to my phone showed that my battery was draining. What a nuisance. There I was, being attacked, wanting—desiring, even—to save the world and all I have was a low-battery phone.

I remembered smiling at my enemies and telling them to fight manually—no superpowers involved and they agreed. I also would like to note that my companions (Power Ranger 1 and Power Ranger 2) were still inside the house and I was fighting two battalions of dark robotic enemies on my own. I kept on calling Cutee (who was Red Mystic Ranger in my dream) but she kept on shouting back that she forgot something inside the house. I never realized what that was and I wouldn’t care anyway, I was busy holding my ground outside.

The enemies and I exchanged a few blows but I was struck with the thought of not being able to defeat them in my state. I told them (I remember pathetically) that the fight would be better if I’m in my battle suit and explained that I’m low on battery and I need time to recharge. Amazingly, they agreed to let me go and charge my phone. At this time, my companions were already out in the field with me and their gadgets have failed them as well, obviously. We all rushed back inside the house and locked ourselves in a room, figuring out why we can’t morph into our costumes. I felt frustrated and infuriated and spastic. After a few minutes, I tried my phone again and again but I still remained unchanged. It was becoming humiliating, doing the pose and then nothing happening afterwards.

I then received a message saying my power access has expired and that I needed to contact my company for an extension. Great, I angrily thought, in times of crises, we still needed permission to move.

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A quick research about the Power Rangers led me to 8.5 million links. Apparently, it is the longest running live-action show in the States. The first one, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, was aired from 1993 to 1995.

I’ve seen Mystic Force (2006) over the weekend, when my brother makes a habit of opening the television and not really watching the show. A new series, entitled Power Rangers: RPM will be released next year.

I do remember watching the first one on free TV. I remember wanting to be Power Ranger Pink (Kimberly) and crushing on her boyfriend Green Ranger (Tommy).

Ah, the power of television to influence emotions.