DREAM LOG 001 - April 2020
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The long quarantine was over. Time to head back to our dorms in Manila.
It was a dark night. It would have been pitch black if it
weren’t for the fluorescent light post illuminating the street of Hippodromo. I
was with my boyfriend and our hands were intertwined.
From his dorm, we were on the way to mine. Crossing the
street, we were about to take the middle path which we always take when going
to Teresa St. A dark figure of a man was ahead of us and also one behind us. As
I was walking, my boyfriend was slowing down, as if very cautious and
suspicious of the path we were about to take. I pulled him to walk the same
pace as me, but to no avail.
In the path, there was a sign blocking most of the way, but
people could still walk pass it. It said “QUARANTINED” in big red font. If it
hadn’t for the man that was ahead of us who had just passed by the sign, I
would have taken another route.
Finally reaching the path, I was able to see through it, for
a second. It was empty of people. The same houses and structures could be seen.
But as that second passed, everything went black after a loud gunshot. I was
shot in the head.
I felt my hand had let go of his. I was still conscious of
my surroundings. I heard another gunshot and his body fell to the ground. He
was shot dead too.
I knew I was dying. I could no longer see, yet I still know
what was going on, but it won’t be like that for long. All I wanted was to be
able to move to my boyfriend’s side, or at least hold his hand again before I
lose the last strand of consciousness.
But I couldn’t move my body.
I died.
~O~
A dream that literally woke me up. I can only imagine what it is like for those victims of extra judicial killings. So innocent, then suddenly gone just like that. And left forgotten as the officer who fired said "it was an accident".
Justice for the innocent!