Last night I dreamt. And unlike my other dreams, I remember that one quite clearly.
In my dream, it was a terribly rainy day. I knew it was morning but the sky, everything, was a somber shade of blue. I was at the F.C. (Faculty Center) with a friend. Who he was I could no longer remember, I might have seen his face, but all the same nameless. The building was dark and the only source of light were the windows letting in the weak blueness. And the people's faces. The people's faces were alight, as if they were walking lamp posts.Whether our faces were alight, I never managed to find out.
I walked with my friend and upon reaching the area around the C.M. Recto Hall, I found a child, a girl, sitting in a pink tub. With her was a man, perhaps her father, and she was trying to reason with him. She wanted to get out of the pink tub. But her father didn't want her to and I thought it was because the building will be flooded soon and she needed a means to escape.
But she was stubborn, she stood up and ran into the darkened corridors. The people with faces alight were gone by then. She breezed past me like a ghost. Into the darkness. Her father shouted, a voice so familiar, and I woke up. The father's loud voice pulled me out of sleep.