My Eerie Dream


I set my alarm clock to ring at 4:30 am, but I usually get up 15-20 minutes later.  Sometimes I feel sickly or sluggish, I go back to sleep again and would get up a little past 5 am. And I am amazed that I drift off to a deep slumber that I even manage to dream. Actually more of nightmares, that I heave a sigh of relief to know that they were just dreams.

My latest dream was eerie: I dreamt that I was in our bathroom which was so deep and narrow and you can enter only through the window. There’s a long, steep staircase with narrow steps leading to the sink counter,  and you can only hold on to a thin handrail so as not to slide down.  I was worried that the thin handrail would give in to the pressure especially if  my heavier sister cling to it. And on the toilet bowl, was a dead boy.  Thank God, I woke up to realize it was just a dream.

I have observed that I usually dream of the things that are bugging me.  Many things make me worried, like my health, the bigger than usual debt of a former co-worker that I cannot collect past its due date, and the husband of my niece who will be operated on later as he not only have kidney stones, but a tumor on his kidney.

And since the incorrupted heart relic of St. Padre Pio was in the Manila Cathedral, I decided to go to ask for his intercession. I knew that thousands would also make a beeline in order to touch the relic, my plan B was just to get inside the Manila Cathedral.  But no such luck. I arrived at the venue with kilometric lines of people who wanted to get near the relic, and the entrance to the Cathedral was jammed with people while the two other doors were closed.  I waited in line for about 1 1/2 hours, and surmised that I would have to stand in line for 3 hours more to get inside the Cathedral.  I was feeling tired and worried for my varicose veins that I decided to go home. My other problem is how I will empty my bladder.

Probably in my subconscious was my desire to touch the relic and knew the odds I am up against and hence my eerie dream during the early morning.


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