Weird

First, there was the joint force of Mike Enriquez and Mel Tiangco on the set of GMA-7’s primetime newscast 24 Oras—the power duo confronting Pia Guanio after the latter walked out on the studio on live television. It was a well-staged confrontation made even more wonderful by the glare of studio lights and perfect camera angles.

The second was that aboard an airplane, with all people close to me having such a quiet time en route to Hong Kong. It was very silent, until I heard my name of the plane’s address system. The captain wanted me out of the plane without giving a valid reason. Without batting an eyelash, I was already on a free fall, after flight attendants literally dropped me on the air. The people inside roared in laughter, wishing me their cheerful adieus and good luck.

I was alone, briskly walking on a straight and narrow path on the third. I could not distinguish whether the trees alongside this road. At some point, it looked like the beautiful cherry blossoms of Japan, but most of the time it closely resembles that of a kalachuchi tree, like those I see growing in memorial parks.

The fourth is both puzzling and terrifying. I was standing on an edge, arms akimbo; enjoying the panoramic view of what I believe is the pacific sea. I could see the people from below—looking tiny from where I am (probably because of heights)—enjoying the sun. All of a sudden, the water is gone. Waves came moments after. Thinking it’s just pretty little waves, I enjoyed this rare phenomenon until I saw the people running from the shore.

It was a tsunami at its grandest.

I ran for my life, in bare feet through the floor made from coconut lumber. But it was too late. I was swept by the angry waters; its strong current bringing me up and below, sometimes punching my head in metal, concrete walls and trees. After quite some time, I was buried in deep rubble, alive and still kicking. I struggled to get myself out from this mess. I did. I already began to see the clear blue sky. To my surprise, I ended up in Apokon Road, in front of this bakeshoppe called Barangay Pan de Sal, right across the Central Warehouse Club Building.

I really have weird dreams these past days. Really weird.

Louie.

Labor Day, 3:45 AM