Matagal-tagal na rin akong ‘di nakapagtala ng panaginip ah.

Nagmamaneho si Papa sa highway na paikot-ikot at maraming fly-overs. Dumaan kami sa madaming tulay na dumadaan sa dalampasigan ng isang napakabahong dagat. Ang sinasakyan namin ay biglang naging bangka at nagsimula kaming pumalaot sa maalon, madumi at napakabahong dagat. Nakasalubong namin ang isang higanteng barkong gawa sa mga hinipang malalaking salbabida at mga plastik ng basura, ‘yung kulay itim. Matapos nun ay dinatnan namin ang isang barkong kulay berde na biglang nagluwal mula sa kanyang malaking katawan ng isang malaking berdeng freight box. Nang buksan ‘to, nakita namin ang pagkaramiraming siopao! Kailangan namin silang ibenta bilang negosyo. Namalayan ko na naaalala ko noon ang amoy ng dagat nang kami’y nasa Hong Kong.

Makulimlim ang larawan ng panaginip. Kulay putik.

I had a terrible dream while having my afternoon siesta. My pregnant wife, who I can’t identify (I wonder who she is. I wonder if she’s even my wife), gave birth while we were walking on some street with open drainages at the sides. I didn’t know what to do. Someone who came down from a pedicab, and helped her give birth… sitting down. The baby came out, and it was dead. I woke up crying.

I remember another quite similar dream. I was a politician, campaigning on stage at some multi-purpose hall in the provinces. My wife (I can’t identify who my wife was as well) was assassinated. She died. And I woke up crying too.

God, I hope these don’t mean anything.

Good morning, everyone. It’s about 3:30 AM here. And I was up about an hour ago. An early morning entry from me.

Anyway, one thing I forgot to mention at last night’s entry was the surprise earthquake drill in school. As usual, our class was the most disorganized. Heheh. It’s funny. My classmates, upon hearing the long, loud bell, screamed like girls and scrambled under their desks for a while then, in a stampede, raced to the doors in chaos (which we were not supposed to do, according to the rules). That was funny. But when the real earthquake comes, which is not unlikely because our classroom is right under a fault line!! And because our classroom is upon a ridge, we might be the first structure to either collapse, or erode with the mountain down the ridge’s slope.

Anyway. I’ve been having some weird dreams lately. Remember my entry where I talked about my dream wherein my classmates and I were a battalion in the battle field fighting the Abu Sayaff? Well, I dreamed again, somewhat the same thing.

The Philippines was under attack by Arab suicide bombers. And my classmates and I weren’t a battalion this time. We were just plain high school students. Civilians. I was walking with a classmate along Katipunan when we saw that the streets were deserted of cars because there were these long-haired, mustached Arab suicide bombers wearing bomb belts. And before they exploded themselves off, they warned all the pedestrians. And of course, I was scared out of my mind and I ran and ran as far as I could go. I hid at a jewelry shop in sight distance when the bomber exploded right where I left my classmate.

Man, why do I keep dreaming of my classmates dying at wars? An omen?