Sunday, June 8, 2008
Recurring Dream
It's one of those dreams I find myself crying upon waking up, mainly because of a not so good dream of myself holding a dying person in my hands.
I always cannot remember the face of the person I am holding though. All I know is that I am screaming for help from the big crowd of people asking what I could do to alleviate the pain that the person I am holding experiences. If I do remember it right, I even called the person my aunt.
She could not breathe because of a deep wound on her neck. My dream somehow made it appear that she got the wound from a cut from a wood piece I lifted her from, to save her from the stampede.
The situation's like as if we were in the old Katipunan setting scared of what is going to happen next but careless of what we were doing. I was screaming while people were chased to death. My dream always ends when my aunt starts panting and tries to grasp for more air. Then I wake up teary eyed and I find it hard to not continue crying because of the sudden burst of emotion. It's too heavy on the chest.
Then I remember all my loved ones, and how I am still unfit to protect them...
I always cannot remember the face of the person I am holding though. All I know is that I am screaming for help from the big crowd of people asking what I could do to alleviate the pain that the person I am holding experiences. If I do remember it right, I even called the person my aunt.
She could not breathe because of a deep wound on her neck. My dream somehow made it appear that she got the wound from a cut from a wood piece I lifted her from, to save her from the stampede.
The situation's like as if we were in the old Katipunan setting scared of what is going to happen next but careless of what we were doing. I was screaming while people were chased to death. My dream always ends when my aunt starts panting and tries to grasp for more air. Then I wake up teary eyed and I find it hard to not continue crying because of the sudden burst of emotion. It's too heavy on the chest.
Then I remember all my loved ones, and how I am still unfit to protect them...
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