Sunday, July 24, 2011

I Survived with Fear

I had a bad dream last night. It was the kind of dream where I didn't want to sleep again fearing that it would re-run or continue. Unfortunately, the dream continued for about three to four more chapters.

It was supposedly my execution. I was wrongly accused of something. I don't recall what. I remember feeling nervous and scared. There I was, in front of a huge crowd, tied up and ready to be hung. The floor opened and that was it, I thought. But somehow, I made it alive. Everyone thought I was dead.

The next thing I know, I'm hiding from everyone--the police, military and high government officials. I felt like a criminal on the loose, an illegal migrant, a TNT--Tago Nang Tago

Everything else was a blur but I remember feeling stressed and tired every time I would wake up. 

I wonder what this implies.

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