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Last night, I dreamed that I was just leaving work in Alabang. Or was it school? Anyway, I was leaving and I saw someone I used to love. He was dressed very well, in a red shirt and black jeans, a jacket, and brown Oxfords (not brogues). He also had dark eyeglasses on. He was smiling, but not at me.
I didn't want to be seen, so I hurriedly walked away. When I realized he was just behind me, walking in the same direction, I walked faster. It started drizzling, and I walked even faster. He and some other guys hitched a ride on the back of a pickup truck and they passed me, and I saw him see me, but I kept walking and walked even faster when he got off the truck.
I walked and walked and suddenly I was in Cainta, far away from him. I walked towards a group of people, and I discovered they were at a riverbank. I saw a man I recognized as a friend's father. He and his companions were fishing.
I peered at the water and saw that it was part ice but still flowing, taking some fish and other river creatures with it. The people just needed to pull out the partially frozen creatures. I saw different types of frozen freshwater fish and even crocodiles, all frozen, their eyes still open. They didn't seem to be dead, just asleep, encased in soft ice.
Already there were huge piles of seafood ready to be sold, and the sight of the fish made me want to bring some home. I asked my friend's father if I could buy some, and he apologized and said that the sellers weren't there yet.
Being told no made me want the fish more and so I was sad, and when he noticed my sadness, he handed me a few pieces of small flat fish, barely even full grown, for free. I took the fish and thanked him, but he saw I wasn't happy, so he poured some salt and pepper into a teaspoon, plucked some local berries from a nearby bush, and gave them to me.
"Try this," he said. "It's good."
I still wanted the fish, so I lingered, and soon the sellers arrived. But then I realized I wasn't sure what I wanted anymore and the fish didn't look very appealing, so I just stood there until I remembered I was supposed to be on my way home.
But I had already walked from Alabang to Cainta, and I didn't want to turn around and walk back the same way. On the other hand, I felt that if I continued in the same direction, I would make it home, yes, but through a busier, non-scenic route, and the walk would be too uncomfortable.
I walked around a little to look for a bus station and found myself in a small mall. The rest of the dream is hazy, and it ended with me, standing on a sidewalk, looking at buses that were headed one place near me that I had never wanted to go to.
I can't recall the name of the place, but the feeling was the same as when I would be in Makati, waiting for a bus to Alabang and all the buses were headed to FTI.