Bababa ba?

I’ve experienced those bad dreams back then way too often, that I decided to base my free-for-all creative writing piece slash final paper on it. This was written approximately a year ago. I never knew what grade I got for it, but I know it was enough to pull my final grade up to a 1.75. Hehehe.

Tenses are crap. Conversations between the characters are in Tagalog. Character names were originally from the members of my family, as most of the events depicted were based on real life experiences. But it freaked me out so much that I decided to change the names. I edited the piece a bit because it sounded weird, hahaha. Enjoy. :)

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Memento Mori

It has been two long days. I don’t know what’s been happening in the outside world.

No electricity, no phone lines, no cellsites, damn, I never felt so disconnected my whole life.

Rosie is on the piano again, reaching for the blacks and whites. Happens every time, whenever the electricity’s out. The old piano is a constant customer when it’s dark.

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I have a question.

Can your soul leave your body while you’re sleeping?

I’ve been having this awful experience of waking up in the wee hours of the morning with a sticky plastic bag in my lungs and throat, and my arms and legs frozen.

Next thing I know I’m walking all over the house, through walls, through doors.

Last night I walked towards the car, and leaned my head on the window. Then I find myself walking back to my room, seeing my body on my bed, and lying down on top of it. And I get this weird shift-y feeling. It felt like I was vacuumed inside my own body.

Being able to walk but not being able speak and breathe, it’s the crappiest feeling ever. But the vacuum-y feeling, on the other hand, is the best feeling.

It’s really scary. I hope they’re all just bad dreams. Sometimes, I’m too scared to sleep because of this.

I light the second stick and smoke and the fragrance of jasmine immediately fills the air. I toss the blackened matchstick away.

Burning, burning slowly.

The essence consumes steadily. The aroma wafting to my nostrils. Jasmine intruding my soul.

Slowly, slowly burning.

To ashes.

Farewell, dear fragrance.

More incense, less nonsense.

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I had an awfully weird dream the other night.

In my dream, out of the blue, I decided to finance the construction of a columbarium. Being the financier, I was given the privilege to choose whom I wanted to do the designs of the columbarium. Since they were good friends of my brother I entrusted Conrad to do the designs, and Dondi to oversee the construction.

The next thing I saw is that they constructed a gigantic green, yellow and pink columbarium, with a pink and yellow flower on top of a dome.

The duo toured me around, and eventually showed me my final resting place, the flower.

I woke up, puzzled.

Dreams are weird.

I once dreamt that I lost all my teeth.

It felt weird.

I had this weird dream yesterday morning (I took a nap after bringing Vince to school :p)

It felt very enchanting and sad at the same time. It was one of those lucid dreams.

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