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Running for Affection

It was like the end of the world kind of thing. Everyone was either panicking or staying inside their houses to be safe. I was with a family. A single mother with two kids. We were at their small house, watching from the window how things are going outside. There were guards and people lining up for something. I’m not sure if it’s for rescue or what. But I remember feeling so scared and worried. Not for myself, but for the lady’s kids.

I told her to hide the kids in a secret compartment that leads to an escape hatch somewhere. The guards will be visiting houses soon to check on kids. I’m not entirely sure why we had to hide them or when we’ll ever see them again.

When the guards did come, they told us to list our names and be ready by 10 p.m. While there were so many things going on outside, I remembered my mother somewhere and wondered if she was able to escape somehow.

The scene changed and we were in some sort of abandoned or closed mall. There were elevators not working, stalls that are closed, and empty halls. There were a lot of us there, wearing some sort of marathoning outfit.

I was wearing red and white. I can’t even remember the number on it but I’m sure there was. I saw familiar faces in the crowd; some are from my college days while some are my high school friends. I tried to look for my mother in the crowd but there was no sign of her yet.

Then we were running.

Around the mall, down the elevators, through the empty halls. I don’t know why we are running. Or why we are doing any of this in the first place.

We stopped at an empty hall; there were my college and high school friends and some other faces I don’t recognize. I can’t even see the single mother I was with earlier.

Then I saw my mother walking towards us, wearing all white, looking exhausted. I grabbed a plastic stool and ran towards her. Before she can even sit down, I saw the crowd moving already. I took her arm and we started running. She told me to go ahead and she will follow. I kept glancing back at her to make sure she’s still there.

While going down one of the elevators, I spotted my grade school crush, Al. He was there too, running. He ran towards me and we started running together. I’m not sure what we were talking about but I remember myself smiling all the way. We were getting along so well, I completely forgotten about my mother.

When we stopped next, there was a huge pool in the middle of the ground. What kind of mall has an indoor pool??

There were people running around the edge of the pool, holding some stuffs on their hands. There was a guy who looked like a gym teacher, telling them orders. It looked like they were trying to pass a test. He called on to us, Al and I, and told us to grab one of the weird stuff and start running like the rest.

The stuff was like a poi but instead of fire, there were balls at the end. You have to spin it around and over your head while you’re running. I remember the struggle of it all.

After some time, Al and I stopped. We were just walking along the edge of the pool. On the other side, we watched people trying to race through swimming. They were crazy fast, like mermaids under the pool, and we were just so impressed.

Al and I kept walking and talking. We stopped by some sort of nipa hut and he started talking about a girl who seemed to be her ex girlfriend. I think her name was Mindy.

“I think we’re getting along again,” Al told me.

I was quite. I don’t know why it was affecting me that way when my crush for him was long gone. And I was in grade school then. That’s like a decade already and I haven’t seen him since until now.

Maybe it’s because I’ve always wanted him to notice me then but he was always looking or liking somebody else that’s why hearing him talk about another girl again, affected me. And I thought we were actually having a good time and getting along well.

It was like a stupid scene from a movie. I walked away and he followed behind.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong? All this time, we’re having such a good time and the moment I talked to you about Mindy, you acted strange,” he said and I kept quiet. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

I looked at him and it seems he had read my expression because his face turned sad too. “If I tell you, would it make any difference?”

He was silent, thinking. I waited for him to say it can change his mind. That all I need to do was to say something and he’ll choose me.

But what he said stung me a little.

“No, it won’t.”

He will choose Mindy still even after we’ve spent so much good times together. And I felt like my 6th grader self wanting his affection but never having it.

I wanted to say more but I couldn’t. I decided to end it there and just wake up.

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A fight, a wedding, a race, and a bus

It starts with me at my husband’s room. He is working on his desk and I can’t remember what was wrong between us. I just know that we weren’t talking and that we are mad at each other.

I went out to the balcony. It was raining. Down in the streets, one of my high school best friends were there. She shouted at me asking me how the married life is going. I can’t remember what I shouted back. Then she asked me to come down so we can talk about it. I agreed.

When I went back inside my room, I saw my husband was talking to someone on his computer. He seems better now and asked me to talk to the person on the other end. I can’t remember again what the conversation was about. But she asked me something and then I answered. Then it was followed by silence from both ends. I returned the headphones to him with hatred. Why the hell is he talking to another girl?

We had a fight.

The next scene involves a wedding. One of my nieces came in in full makeup and asked me to take a bath because I was next. So I did.

When I was done, went to some kind of garden where everyone was gathered; some were my family, others I don’t even know.

First I got my hair fixed and everyone was so impressed with the hairstyle that they can’t stop complementing it.

I don’t remember getting my makeup done.

What happened next was that I was in some kind of hotel for the guests of the wedding it seems. I was about to go my room where my stuffs were but before I can get there, the alarm of the hotel goes off. The bride, which happens to be Sue Ramirez (a local actress), came rushing in to her room. When she opened it, the room was a mess. It looked like she was robbed.

And she was. Her tiara apparently was missing.

She looked at me and slapped me! She kept asking me where it is but I have no way in hell knows! There’s a girl next to me and she pulled out a drawer. She reached inside it and pulled out the missing tiara.

Here’s where the weird part happens.

I was in the hotel still, by the elevators. Then I saw people coming, boys I have never met in my life, holding some kind of baseball bat. They were walking towards me and then told me that I was the only person in the place without any partner.

Then they started hitting me with the bats. By my arm. By my knees. I kept crying in pain.

I don’t know what happened next but I was no longer in my party gown but in a team attire next. Red shirt with a number on it, paired with some light grey yoga pants and running shoes. Kathryn Bernardo (another local actress) were there too, wearing the same attire. Guess we’re on the same team.

We went to a place and ran. We kept running without having any idea how this whole running will end! Kathryn almost fell off the side of the running track. Good thing I got hold of her hand and pulled her back to the track.

Then it was like another station of the race. There were different ways to pass it. Either by cartwheeling, tumbling, rolling together with your teammates in a weird joined way, and the last (which is probably the weirdest one), driving a bus.

One of my college friends were there and she took the driving. We followed her along the streets and she was doing well! Considering the fact that I don’t think she has every driven anything!

When she returned to the base, where all of us were waiting, she told us that it’s the easiest thing to do. So we all decided to take that challenge as well.

My other college friend went first and we watched him go as well. He was a little worse than my previous friend.

I didn’t get the chance to see how well I will go.

Sun was beating down on my face so I had to get up.

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Fish Out Of Water

I had to go somewhere near my sister’s place. She told me to take her car. Problem is, I know very basic driving. Nevertheless, I took the keys and went out.

The drive was alright. I can’t believe I was doing it! Unfortunately, I made a wrong turn. What was supposed to be a short drive turned out to me being lost in the streets. I saw some people by the corner and decided to ask for directions before getting lost any further. One guy offered to accompany me to guide me. Stupid that I am, I let him in the car.

A few miles and he noticed that my driving wasn’t the best. I told him I just got back from India and I am bit disoriented with the change of directions. He offered to drive instead to take us there faster. Stupid that I am once again, I let him. I sat on the front seat and before we can even go, he tried to reach for the seat belt; or so I thought. To my surprise, he started touching my boob! I slapped his hand and quickly kicked his balls. I kicked him out of the driver’s seat and drove off. Who knew I had such a good defense skills!

Fast forward, I made it to the place. There were a lot of people and I don’t even know what I am doing here. A girl came to me and apparently, she’s my friend. She hugged me and walked with me around the place.

When we went to a lower floor, there was some sort of flooded area. There were stuffed animals floating around. There were lions, tigers, and zebras, just floating around the flooded area. The next thing we knew, one of the zebras stood and tried to chase us! My heart started to race as the girl and I ran for our lives to escape the walking zebra.

When we lost him, we sat by the corner of the flooded area, panting and completely out of breaths. Then to our surprise, another zebra leaped and tried to drown us with water! The whole place was filled with water and we had to swim. I am never good at swimming but my friend held my hand. All I needed to do was to hold my breath to survive.

Coming out of the water, we went to another lower floor. It’s flooded as well but a little less than the previous floor. Two guys were with us then. There were lockers and my friend was trying to get something from one of them. But before that, an old lady came into picture and tried to stop us. She was scolding us, screaming, and looking very scary. I can’t even remember what she was trying to say.

One of the guys took my hand and all four of us escaped the scary old lady. The guy who took my hand locked her in the room and open some sort of chamber where more water came out.

“You just left her there to drown!” I exclaimed.

“She was scaring you weren’t she? She’s a bad person.” he said.

I wasn’t sure how I felt then.

We kept walking and climbing and walking and climbing to get to a higher place. We were at some kind of mountain with wooden steps and all. The whole vicinity was just flooded.

The next thing that happened was that people were coming out of the building in motorboats through the flooded area. We had to find our escape too. Luckily, we found some motorboats but one of them had to be fixed still. My girl friend took one of the working ones and set off; leaving me with just two of the guys. One of the motorboats can fit two people while the broken can fit one.

We scoured the whole place, looking for parts for the motorboat. If we can’t fix it, only two of us can go. We did manage to find some parts but unfortunately, no matter how hard we tried, the parts won’t fit. We had to make a decision.

One of the guy pulled me aside and gave me a piece of paper with a letter P written on it.

“This is for you. You are my best friend. Thank you for loving Peter.” he said.

So apparently, one of the guys who took my hand to save me from the scary lady was my boyfriend or something and was named Peter. Peter and I are a couple.

With his note, I felt like he was saying goodbye and sacrificing. He was letting us go.

I wish I could tell more but the sun was up and I had to get out of bed.

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Mission Impossible

I’m Tom Cruise’s partner and we’re both some sort of agent who does something; I don’t even know what to be exact. But we have the agent-like/spy-like skills. Just like how it is in a Mission Impossible movie.

We were also sort of together. It wasn’t very clear what exactly was going on between us but we were close. I don’t remember if he was officially my boyfriend then but there was definitely something more between us aside from just being partners.

After some fight scenes and getting something from who knows what, we were going to the boss. I don’t know for what reason again. But we were there, sitting together, waiting for our turn to meet the boss. There’s a biscuit that I told Tom not to eat but he did anyway. There was still another biscuit and I told him that if he eats it again, it’s over between us. Both for the partnership and whatever it was going on between us. Teasingly, he still ate it, thinking I was just joking about the whole ‘ending it between us’ thing. But before he can finish the biscuit, I walked out of the room.

I used my spy-like/agent-like skills to get out of the agency and escape the whole thing. There were people running after me because you know, being in an agency like that, you can’t just run away. So when I was at some sort of gate, there was some kind of bad guy who wants to get in the agency. He seems to know that I was an agent there but instead of fighting him, I helped him get in the agency. That way, they were distracted with the bad guy so the chase after me was delayed. There were so many people in the building, both coming in and out. But since I was trained so well, I was able to escape through the crowd. They weren’t able to follow me.

Flash forward, time has passed now. My agent days were long gone and I no longer know what happened to Tom or to the agency. Then I have a friend who’s attending a class. That class happens to have Tom as well. The professor asked something and Tom was able to answer. He talks about how not being able to move on from someone you are very close with, someone you have feelings with, the person who was with you through whatever. When my friend heard this, she called me and told me that Tom was in her class and he was talking about us. How he hasn’t moved on from me and all that romantic jazz.

I didn’t know what happened next. My mom called and I woke up.