I had an awful argument with my mom yesterday. I felt so terrible that after crying hard, I threw up and inadvertently skipped lunch. I then spent the rest of the afternoon questioning myself and being fearful. Then I skipped dinner and fell asleep.
I had a weird dream about a boy my age; I don’t recall who he was. It was raining and foggy, and we were walking through a place that resembled Tagaytay: empty houses spaced far apart from one another, except there were many rocks and the landscape was somewhat crag-like. We broke into one of the houses and tracked mud and grass from outside, I didn’t care. We ran through it, looking for the back door, when I heard a door open or close, and then suddenly it wasn’t just me and the boy anymore, but there were other people with us tracking mud and grass through the house. So we ran, I ran, to a window that lead to a porch and I climbed through it and climbed down the porch and dropped down onto the grass and ran again. Then, I was with the boy, but it was night now, and we were on the road that leads to my subdivision from the highway. It was lit and I dreamed of it as it was in real life, but then wouldn’t it be better if it was a walkway instead? And it became a walkway, and we walked down it, then my dream shifted and I wasn’t with the boy anymore, I was somewhere else in a different dream.
In the second dream, it was night again and I was under a flyover with a bunch of other people. There was an explosion, and I ran, then I saw what caused it: two Transformers fighting, and an important person was there so the people ushered him away to safety. But then the Autobot was killed and suddenly there were Decepticons around, so everyone froze in fear, I froze and looked around for someone I knew, and I saw someone; but I don’t really know him, it was just that in the dream he was someone I knew. They gathered us together and asked us where the important person was and we didn’t know, I shied away from the question. But then for some reason I suddenly knew where he was; he was hiding near the Burger King around the corner, and I needed to tell that person I knew, but then Barricade saw me looking at this person intently and he told me to walk with him, which I did. He told me he was going to kill me if I didn’t tell him the location of the important person, but now I was calm and I wasn’t scared. I walked with him and Megatron joined us and I walked with them like they were people, even though they’re supposed to be giant robots, and they talked between themselves in my presence. They touched me on the shoulders and on the waist while they threatened me but I didn’t care. They left me and I signaled to the person I knew the whereabouts of the important person, then walked away, down a corridor lined with embellished gravestones and memorial plaques, running my fingers across the engraved fonts and over the embossed figurines, to the outside of a Church, where I sat.
I still feel tired and terrible and afraid, and yet very stupid and naive.
