Woke Up Crying

I was a soldier. I had a tiny gun but with awesome power. It had a sniper, a very little sniper. It was so small that I had a hard time looking through it. The enemies were so far that they couldn't be seen by the naked eye. But when used the gun, I could see them. Since they are so far, I only see them as very small beings also.

Its power was incredible. It doesn't fire bullets, rather, it fires some sort of signal. The signal was, when I die, the ammo in front of me will fire straight to them. And it's no just some ammo, it was high powered ammo.

Okay, I may alter this dream a bit but I think those guys were the big fish and I was the last man standing in my army. I was the last hope, the hero to have these guys killed. Okay, that's it. Heh!

There were seven of them. Each of them has been locked except for one. When the left most guy was about to be locked, they discovered me. I don't know how but they just did.

I ran and boy, they are sprinters! They caught me up in no time.

We were in some open field with veggies on it. The cornered me. I turned around, dropped the gun, knelt, put my hands at the back of my head, and closed my eyes. I was prepared to die.

Two of them came near me. I slightly opened my eyes but can't see their faces because of the scorching sun. They mumbled things and laughed. They had high powered ammos, too. Those two killed me by putting bullet holes in my left and right chest.

Alas, my ammos took off! Six of them died except for one.

Apple Jean discovered that I died. The survivor of the seven was hiding somewhere in the veggies dressed like a civilian and was recording everything he saw.

I was a ghost already.

This part is somehow tricky.

Rommel Pareja was also there bringing with him a laptop. Apple Jean's friend saw the necklace with a pendant "A" and gave it to her; she smiled. She murmured to her friend that the guy back there was the one who killed me.

I'm guessing that Rommel can see me. I think we chatted. I think he's a ghost, too. 'Coz when Apple Jean sat to where Rommel was sitting, Rommel was possessed by Apple.

I cried. I told her that I love her and cried. And she said, "Never give up!"

I woke up with tears in my eyes.

Brother had a twin!

I dreamt of this last night and was about to write it here when the entire neighborhood had a black out. 12 hours. 12 freakin' hours!!

Anyway, I'll just write the snipets of the dream.

I was drinking with Charlie Harper and Herb in the UP High basketball court.

There was a party in one of the classrooms.

I didn't want my parents to find out that I was drinking.

I bought cake in the nearby bakery. April Joy Siason was the lady that attended to me. I chose a specific cake but it was expensive. She suggested one that was (i forgot the number. i think the number is very significant) 53 pcs. I think? I bought it and brought it to the party.

I tagged April along, holding her waist while walking towards the venue which had a slope that was similar to that of the slope going to the Side Pocket.

I gave everyone the cakes. I gave Jake one; he was outside. And then I gave Jake another one; he was inside.

He has a a twin??

The cakes did not reach everybody's hand.

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I am not sure if this was still included in the dream but I think their names were either Lynddie and Jake or Lynddie Jake and Josh Lynddie. But, man! My brother had a twin!

eunice and ralf

Ralf and I were eating in a certain cafeteria when Eunice and her friend arrived. There were two cafeterias, one beside the other.

The food of the other cafeteria was served outside and ours on the inside. As the girls ordered, I went out and had a little chit chat with them. Then they went inside.

Eunice came out and brought in a knife before she went in, I caught her and had another little talk. She was swinging knife, jokingly. I went along. As I grabbed her right wrist, she swung her knife and she cut my my hand. The cut was as long. Just below the knuckles, the wound opened.

Ralf placed band-aid; 3 of them. He made them so tight in a letter H form.

I was somehow bothered since I had already scheduled what I will be doing later in the day. I was going to work out.

I was worried as to what my mother would say to me about the wound.

The wound healed by itself.

Exam

Neil has been my best bud since ever. We've been like brothers. We've known each other for over 10 years now. The relationship just got tainted because of stupid Andrew. Oh well.

The dream involved a classroom in TC. I think we we're having an exam or we were just writing notes. I'm not so sure. I think some politician came to the room and promoting himself. I'm not so sure.

The dream is so vague as of this moment. These are the things that are popping in my mind right now: bag (big bag, as tall as half my body), some books, Neil was waiting for me to finish writing my notes or to finish the exam. I also see stairs. Us talking about how big the bag was.

This dream happened during my afternoon nap today.

Volleyball

It happened in the UP high school grounds. I was teaching volleyball to the ACES members. ACES means Association of Civil Engineering Students, which of course is the organization I am in during college.

The kids were very hard headed. I told them about how I went from zero to better in playing volleyball. I told them that basketball helped me in getting better.

It's not what you think.

During my 4th year, I thought of playing for the volleyball team for the then upcoming Intramurals. I decided to play the game since I have been playing softball and basketball for all of my three years there. For my senior year, I played basketball, softball, soccer, and volleyball. The Intramurals rule book said that a student should not have 3 major ball games; should only be 2 and some minor games. Minor games included table tennis, board games, etc. Well, I played all of the 4 major games. Heh!

I wasn't really good in playing volleyball that's why I trained really hard to be good at it. I used the basketball court during my self training. I got a volleyball, stood at the three point line and hit the ball towards the board. I was doing it fiercely 'til my hands hurt. That's where I learned how to serve and spike. I learned other things with the team afterwards.

Back to the dream.

I was trying so hard to motivate all of the 30 or 40 people who were lining up in the quadrangle. They were so hard to discipline. Either they don't keep their mouths shut or they cannot stay put. It gave me a hard time.

I kept on shouting the instructions. They just wouldn't listen. I went back to the classroom and cried.