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Dream: Disaster



Last night's dream. This is a long one.

I was in a management class that suddenly became a cooking class. The teacher whipped up this Italian dish with pasta, meat and some mushrooms and vegetables. "Would anyone like to have this?" she asked us.

Nobody replied. A bit miffed, she handed it to the student in front of her: me. The dish looked delicious, actually, so I stood up and went around the classroom to get everyone to try it. Some of my classmates feigned interest, and some didn't bother to hide their annoyance, but most got some of the food.

The plate was soon empty, even for me, so I went back to my seat. The teacher, who'd been watching me serve her dish, asked, "Why do you have blood on the seat of your pants? Do you have your period?" Surprised, and suddenly anxious, I whispered, "I just finished my, um, girly thing, ma'am, but I'll go check. I might have just sat on something that looks like blood." I saw what looked like blood on my seat as well.

Still wondering if I'd been pranked, but also counting back to the day I did get my period (just last week in my dream), I grabbed a pad and went to the restroom. It was full of teenagers dressing up for their prom. I waited my turn, and -- the dream skipped -- when I left the stall, I was already wearing the pad and reading news about Godzilla.

I mention the pad because, later in my dream, as I was fleeing, I would remember that detail and wish to God I wasn't going to be an evacuee at the beginning of her menstrual cycle because that would be too uncomfortable. I thought of how the girls from The Walking Dead managed.

But back to Godzilla.

Godzilla was on his way to wreak havoc in Manila; there'd already been sightings down south, in Quezon. The thing was, he could dematerialize at will, so it was entirely possible you'd only know he was there when he decided to show himself. News reports said that people might want to get out of the city, especially from highly congested urban areas with tall buildings.

Still in the restroom, I bumped into a classmate. She said she'd read news about Godzilla as well, and she agreed that people should get out of areas with tall buildings. As we talked, young girls were still dressing up for the prom, giggling and whispering excitedly about their dates.

I thought I caught a glimpse of a huge scaly green lizard tail out the window. I need to get out of here, I thought, while the news hadn't spread yet and people still weren't panicking.

I was in Makati, and so were my mother and two brothers. We got in touch with each other and agreed to go home to Las Piñas, figuring that Godzilla would follow the SLEX to Makati and hopefully spare our city. But we had to leave immediately because we didn't want to be meeting Godzilla on SLEX -- even if he was surely going to take the northbound lane.

Mommy had to run to the restroom first, so I told my brothers I'd just check the horizon. The dream skipped and I was in an FX bound for Parañaque (Merville, again!), kicking myself in the butt for forgetting I already had a plan and a ride. We were hurtling down the Nagtahan flyover. I texted my family where I was and told them where to meet me.

In the FX, a burly man was complaining loudly about how another man reeked of cigarette smoke, saying he was going to have an allergic fit anytime soon. "Don't make the same mistake again," he said over and over, sometimes in a menacing tone, sometimes in between alarming coughs. A boy, around ten, cowering on the lap of his father, who was the accused, said it had been him who had been smoking. "Don't make the same mistake again," the complaining man said, this time only with urgency, as if he were giving fatherly advice.

I got off in Parañaque and asked my sister to meet me. As we waited for the rest of the family, she got a message on her phone: a text, with accompanying video, from a common friend who was about to go on a blind date with Derek Ramsey. "Can you check what I'm wearing and see me off?" The video showed CCTV footage of Derek on his way to the door.

But of course I wanted to go with my sister, Godzilla or no Godzilla. On the way, we met this fair-skinned man with ripped abs who was handsomer than Derek and wearing only a loincloth. He flashed us a smile with his perfect teeth. I knew he was from ancient times, but somehow I didn't think it made no sense for him to be walking around Parañaque.

Finally, we were at our friend's door. Derek had left, she tearfully recounted. And as she told us the story, we also heard that Godzilla was already in Makati, causing great destruction in what was, thankfully, a mostly empty city by then.

Still, there was cause for anxiety, because traffic was heavy in all the roads leading out of the business district.

The blind date had been set up by a friend, and she and Derek had only texted a couple of times. As he was walking to her door, she decided to do a video call with him to ask him if what she was wearing was okay.

"You look younger than I expected," he said. "How old are you?"

"29."

"Your dress is quite nice. It's so colorful, you could wear it on TV."

"Sometimes I do go on TV," she said, "I work in licensing, mostly for toys."

"You work with toys?"

"Yes! I have a Hogwarts name: Rebecca Luna Longoode."

"You're 29 and you have a Harry Potter name?"

"Yes!"

"Hey, I think you've got a wonderful personality and we can be great friends. Friends?"

And I woke up, thinking: Disaster.

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