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A BAD DREAM- A thread; 3:32 AM. I woke up in tears after having a bad dream. It& #39;s a dream that you& #39;re conscious with. How do I call this. A real-time dream maybe. Here& #39;s what I exactly dreamed. It& #39;s kinda mixed up but for you to undertand it let me put it this way.
I was having a good time with two friends. I walk to return home, I was bothered by the way our neigbors look at me as I walk pass them.
As I finally reached home I was wondering of who died since our house is in funeral set-up.
Everyone where frightened as I walk pass them. Saw my mom crying hard and asked her. "Ma kinsay namatay?"
My mom was a hell of a shock and frightened at the same time but still hugged me and said. "Ikaw jan"
As I hear such trembling words. It was black for a moment but I refused to believe it and so I approached the coffin to have a look for myself.
I& #39;ve never been in shock in my life and saw myself. In light make up, hand held hands in my tummy. A skin that looked life the life has been sucked out of me.
For a moment I was trembling in tears and still couldn& #39;t believe it. I looked back at my mom and asked her "Ngano namatay man ko ma?"
"Highblood man ka jan unya nastroke ka kay nabunal nimo imuhang ulo atong nanglaag mos imuhang mga amigo"
I don& #39;t know how it was possible but my mom hugged me tight and told me that "Mingawon ko nimo nak, pahuway na" and it made me realize that my mom believe that for a moment it was just here imagination of me returning home.
I insisted and told my mom that "Ma buhi man ko, tan-awa ko oh" My mom burst even more with tears.
I ran away from her and returned from where it all started and I finally explored the place where I died. Saw the wall, it was stained with my blood. I ran back home.
I asked my mom again "Ma dili lagi ka mutuo na buhi ko?"
"Tuo nako nak, ayaw tuo anang mga tao, kinsa man na sila gamhanan?" My mom replied.
I cried like it was the hardest I ever cried in my whole life.
So I decided to finally wake up. I can& #39;t bear the pain as the dream deepens. It& #39;s weird but just like I said. It was a conscious dream.
I woke up with bulging eyebags. You see the natural thing you& #39;ll recognize that a man just cried. Am glad that I woke up! HAHAHAHAHA
I was badly struck for a moment of realization. I went to CR and looked at myself at the mirror and said it in my mind "Am fucking alive"
That dream just taught me many things.
It is fucking scary to die.
It is so painful to witness people grieving when they completely lost you.
Love those people without holding back. Show them your utmost care while you& #39;re still around. Be a happy and good memory every last one of them.
It is weird but I guess I have to share this. Our home is divided into two faiths. My mom is a roman catholic and my dad and I are Jehovah& #39;s withnesses.
But am planning to get back to service soon since in my 25 years existence in this world I was never been told a verifiable truth other than those of JWs.
I guess I have to end this here. There are typos in this thread such us "Here" and other typos I hope you can all deal with it since this is a thread I just made out of the blue.
