I dreamt about you twice.

The first one went like this:

I was in the middle of a huge party, and it was distinctly clear to me it was my wedding.

...

The scene was after some major calamity, like a big fire, and my guests' gowns were torched, and torn, and tattered. Everybody was still in high spirits for some reason, though. "Tuloy ang kasal!" And my only concern was that I, the bride, was not in my wedding gown yet.

And there I was talking to you. On the phone, like it was the most natural thing. Like it wasnt at all bizarre that our wedding was still pushing through so soon after a disaster...I wasn't panicking that the ceremony was about to begin and I wasn't in my wedding dress yet, and you weren't even there.

Instead of rushing to get ready, I was seated somewhere, without a care in the world, happily recounting to you the details of the previous catastrophe on the phone like there's nothing wrong about you, the groom, not being around. Like talking to you on the phone simply made everything right, and I did not mind your absence at all--even at our own wedding.

The second dream was weird, too.

I was busy, like I usually am before the start of a show. I knew I was one of the producers of that show. I was aware that it was beginning in a couple of hours, but I was so stressed because the crew haven't had breakfast. And I was angry that their breakfast wasn't delivered at the time promised, and I was moving heaven and earth trying to find a way to feed them, because I did not want anybody working while hungry. high neck wedding dress

Then in the middle of the hustle and bustle, you appeared.

You came in in carrying a huge bouquet, and you had a big cardboard sign around your neck that said, "Surprise!" And you had the biggest, silliest grin on your face.

I was momentarily confused. Then relief swept over me. Wow, you're here! What the heck!

And just like that, I was okay. You walked in with flowers, wearing a ridiculous signboard around your neck, and that set everything right.

I rarely have any memory of my dreams, but I vividly remember those two. They happened weeks ago, yet to this day, I could recall every detail, how the place looked, how I felt.

But dreams are the opposite of reality, aren't they?

In reality, the world is not only in chaos. It is upside down.

In reality, you are nowhere to be found, and there is just me.

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