September 25, 2007: Before I closed my eyes, I said, "Lord, help me fulfill my dreams."
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It was dusk in a park by the cliff and I was sitting on the ground watching the horizon. I was alone enjoying the view until a beautiful lady sat on a bench across me. I tried to ignore her but when she stood up and went I felt obliged to follow. I followed her through a wide street full of people then through narrow paths not unlike a labyrinth. It was dark when we reached her place. I learned she had kids including a baby whom she immediately took in her arms. The children were crying because their father had left them – not knowing if he's ever coming back. I said goodbye then somehow managed to get out of the maze. When I looked back, I saw them following me. I took a huge step across a small stream of water and found myself on a small garden, urging them to come with me.
The grass extended and we were now in a field at the center of the forest. There were few other people too. The wind suddenly blew hard. It blew harder every second – harder and harder so I shouted and told everyone to run to the trees unless they want to be hit by a lightning. We all ran in one direction and felt safe when we got near the trees. Then somebody pointed to where we were minutes ago. There lying was an old man – weak or maybe drunk and did not know what was happening. Wind still growing, I rushed back and helped him to his feet. But the wind was now angrier like it would burst if it could. I was more wary of a lightning hitting us so I told him we'll just crawl. We crawled through the field back to the others. All of us gathered on the side of the field when the wind abruptly stopped. Just on cue, a big red shooting star boasted in the northern sky. We all cheered. Then we looked up right above us – the moon, big and bright in the clear dark heavens. But the handsome moon surprised us by splitting itself sideways into two S-shaped orange silhouettes, joining back again and exploding. Boom! Explosion in slow motion - red, yellow, orange on the sides! Fire and debris scattered forming an ugly halo. What was left of the grand and powerful gold moon was a smaller white moon, nothing but a spotlight in a stage and even weak to touch our faces. We were all in awe except for someone who said he doesn't believe the moon will ever die. But just as he said this, our spotlight in the sky vanished and was left to nothing.
Life was sucked from my being and the sky contracted itself into a large rectangle on the ceiling of a great hall. We were lying down on the white cold tiles of the hall watching the giant television on the ceiling that had been the sky moments ago. The coverage was over and CNN confirmed that the moon was, indeed, dead.
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Hours after I woke up, I consulted the dream to Joan, a friend who is an interpreter. She said, "Don't give up on your dreams, hopes & plans.. Maraming maapektuhan." It occurred to me that the old man was my father and (upon Tracy's suggestion) the lady was my mother. And as Joan had said – the moon is your dreams. Don't let it die.
On that day, God had talked to me.
