9 hints from a dream

by 12 noon today, i was reading my friend's copy of Paulo Coelho's latest work, The Winner Stands Alone, to pass the time 'til the electricity comes back, until i felt like i could read no more. so i lay down on the couch, and closed my eyes. i set the alarm for every thirty minutes or an hour, in case the electricity came back at an earlier time. it did not.

here goes.

12.30 - i woke up by the sound of the alarm. i could not comprehend my dream. i was scared (okay, i wasn't. but i felt scared AFTER i replayed all that happened in my dream) i don't remember much on the details such as how, why, when and where. but i know that i was stuck with some classmates at a certain house. a normal one, by the way. didn't seem like a scary house at all. i'm not sure whether or not they were the owners of the house or whatever, but there were these small people (yes, as in MIDGETS -- i swear, i have nothing against them in real life) who kept driving us out of the house. but not in the sense that they wanted us to leave and go home. 'twas like, they wanted to eat us alive or something. i remember alan being there. chemai, as well. angel. xavier, i think. maybe beneva? kezia? maybe christine? arbee? krislie, too? lawrence, definitely. aurea, not so sure. basta short story: some e=mc^2 people were there with me. so yes, we were stuck at the house. i remember there was a double-deck bed at one side of the place. we made tambay there sa taas. there was sort of a large window on the side. and on the the other side of the room/house, were chairs, i think. or maybe sofa's? or big bamboo chairs? whatever. some sat there too. so as you can see, at that point in my life, i didn't get the whole dream pa when i woke up.

so i wondered whether or not the dream would continue if i went back to sleep. i lay down again. it did.

01.00 - this was around the time when we started feeling like, "oh my God, we have to go home now!" and that it was a matter of life and death moment. we made our own strategies (some individually, some as a group) on how to leave the place alive. it was very hard, because every time one of us just peeks out the door (it wasn't even a door, because one side of the house was completely open, as if we were in a doll house where you can decide where to put what to put the furniture on the open side - gets?) the midgets would look all crazy, and chase us, and we'd be screaming at the top of our lungs because we don't know what to do anymore, and the midgets would throw rocks and sticks (srsly, ikr?) at us, and we don't have anything to throw back at them (srsly, i can't believe we were so stupid in that dream. we could've used the sheets as nets and stuff. HAHA). then there was this tricycle that stopped by near the open part of the house, and i kept screaming at alan, "'lan, ingna guingona ug santan! daliiii!" and he ran. angel ran as well. they went to the tricycle driver. but there were other people who wanted the tricycle, and mentioned where they had to go. and then alan shouted from afar (i had no idea how he got so far from the tricycle when a second ago he was just there) "hala! wala diay naapil ug ingon ang santan!" and i was furious. so i went to the driver and told him. the driver gave it a thought, and i was thinking, "f*** you dude, srsly, does it not show on our faces that we need this ride right now?! think faster!" but i kept quiet. and then he told the other people that they could ride, and didn't even tell us a straight-out "no", he just drove away. just like that. funny how in real life this really happens. some drivers should realize that they drive people to their destinations because it's their job, not because they want to go here and there. srsly.

and then i woke up. and i seriously wanted it to end already, so i went back to sleep.

01.30. i woke up, and replayed everything that happened in the last thirty minutes. the first scene was where everyone gathered together, sort of. most people were on the top of the double-deck bed. some on the chairs. alan and angel were standing on the cabinets, so that they could still see what was happening on the top bed of the double-deck bed (wth? is there another name for this kind of bed? srsly.) i wasn't mad at alan anymore. HAHAHAHA! i probably felt like, "hello, mistang, this isn't the time to hold grudges. he has a life too and he has to save that as well, not just yours, okay?" and i probably agreed with that little voice in my head. lmao. so anyway. we were talking. i'm pretty sure we were talking about how we're gonna die, why we're gonna die, what will really happen to us, blah blah blah. i'm not even sure if we have graduated na in the setting of the story. hahaha! and then that's when it happened. on the pillows near the side where alan and angel were standing, these creatures appeared. at one second, they were sort of like caterpillars. and a second after, they were feathers. no, really. FEATHERS. i know, right? a feather isn't even an animal! wth. 'twas like, they're crawling as caterpillars, and change into feathers, and float another step for a second before they transform back to caterpillars. they weren't harmful, by the way. they were just..THERE. hahaha. and then someone just spread the word. apparently, there were students from another section in the area (mga anak ni berting, if you're interested in which section it is, let's chat, or Plurk me, or whatever). but they weren't dealing with a life or death problem. 'twas more like a fail or pass kind of problem. THEY WERE GOING TO PERFORM SOMETHING. ikr? srsly. i don't even know who spread it anymore, and how he/she got the news. i'm pretty sure it was kezia. hahaha. and then we started getting mad. we thought it was unfair. and then twilight came, and we really felt like we really had to leave na, as in. we were chased again. they threw rocks and sticks at us again. but here's the funny part: we were able to get out of the house. we ran.. and stopped by at a store. we haven't had lunch. there was tinolang isda, and some other viand.. i now cannot remember what. so yes, WE WERE BUYING LUNCH. but we knew the midgets were just around the corner, they couldn't find us around the house. we had to hurry. we didn't. i asked for an order of each viand. and that's when i realized: I LEFT MY BAG IN THE HOUSE. i knew i couldn't go back, and that even if i begged, no one would do it for me as well. so i asked someone if i could borrow some money, and told her (yes, 'twas a girl) i'd pay her as soon as possible if we survived. she said she no longer had money. okay. and then it was lawrence's turn to order. i asked him if he could pay for my order, and that i would pay as soon as possible if we survived, and i told him about the bag. he said yes. GOD BLESS YOU LAWRENCE. KAHIT SA ISANG PANAGINIP, HINDI MO IPINAGKAIT ANG IYONG PERA. LMAO. so yun. i bought lunch. pero we weren't gonna eat pa. we ran again.

and then i woke up. and for the last time, i decided, i went back to sleep.

02.00. now it gets freakier. i remember ma'am toledo being there. maybe ma'am villamor? i don't know. i'm sure ma'am espina wasn't there. basta, some teachers were there. we weren't in the subdivision anymore. we were far from the house, i think. somewhere in montilla boulevard, but the buildings looked different. they were bigger, but deserted. it was dark. i had no idea what time it was at night. but we were still running. we kept running down some stairs, because the midgets were again chasing us. the teachers (ma'am toledo, especially. i remember her presence the most because she had speaking lines, LMAO) were with us too. and then there was an office or something. the teachers stopped and said we had to talk to them. and us, the students, were mad. we said it would be foolish to stop now. what if they won't believe us or help us? but we stopped anyway. the midgets weren't on our tails yet.


okay. the story had no concrete ending when i woke up at 2:00 PM. so that's where the story telling ends. sorry guys. but i know a lot of things, from that dream. i realized them while i was typing.

(1) i have a feeling that this dream has something to do with a statement i let out earlier today -- "i am afraid to go to college with this height". yes, laugh all you want. but it's true. it's a weird feeling knowing that i'm going to college, and i'm not even a hundred and sixty centimeters tall. shucks. maybe this is what my dream was about, in general? about my fear of possibly being inferior because of my height. but hey, in the story, we escaped (somehow, although the ending isn't clear), which probably means that i should know that MY HEIGHT IS NOT GOING TO STOP ME FROM SURVIVING. odebah? bongga. i love my height na. lmao.

(2) the story's ending isn't clear -- which implies that no matter what, no one will ever know what happens in the future. what will happen happens, whether you like it or not. it's just up to you to survive. :)

(3) "we made our own strategies (some individually, some as a group) on how to leave the place alive" -- e=mc^2 people, i was disappointed. haha. even in a dream, we couldn't even be a team when we had to.

(4) hint: when it's time to cram, that's when we do so well. just like in the dream. it was almost night time, and we really had to escape na, and we did. i love you, mga anak ni berting.

(5) we will always want food. no matter how difficult the situation is. imagine? nagstop-over ba naman sa tindahan while the enemies were chasing us? srsly, people. haha

(6) lawrence is a real friend. grabe. like i said, kahit sa isang panaginip, hindi mo ipinagkait ang iyong pera. thanks lawr. mwah. :)

(7) i have to learn when and when not to leave my stuff. tsk.

(8) "and us, the students, were mad. we said it would be foolish to stop now." -- no matter what, students will always think they are better than teachers and that they know more than they do. we don't, and they do. we think we're always right and they're not. we're not, and sometimes they are. (ma'am toledo, if you're reading this, i love you ma'am. gi-tag tika kay bida pud ka sa akong damgo. haha!)

(9) long-story-short -- LONG LIVE RAKISTAS. mapa-life-and-death man ang situation, as long as we're together, there's a way to survive. i love you guys.


Thank you Lord for this dream. this actually made a lot of sense, after a few playbacks in the back of my head. it had a lot of lessons. i just didn't realize them everytime i woke up from the alarms i set. it's like God made me dream this so that i may be aware of my past, present and future with the people around me. it's like He's given me a hint on how to survive college. THANK YOU LORD. I LOVE YOU. <3