After twelve

" a dream last until the dreamer is awaken. Then s/he is face by reality"
-feagley-

the moment I lay myself to bed and close my eyes, I pray to god to make it a peaceful sleep.

last night was different
last night
I had a dream
I dreamt of April 29, 2001, 5am...
I dreamt about sweet November, the exorcist film, the Jurassic park movie, the pearl harbor film, the original Filipino films...
I dreamt about dinners on Biggs diner, eating congee on the park, the first magayon festival, the drinking sessions on bars, the disco dancing...
I dreamnt of mommy ana's birthday, my 17th birthday party by the beach, of July 11- the new haircut, the fried chicken, the pasta, the cooking, the cake, and the eating...
the first Christmas, the storm the barbecue, the sleepover. The first new year, the coming home, the majong, the pooh diary.the first new year alone. The last Christmas. The last newyear, the shark's tale, chicken adobo, the porchops, pasta bread and apple. The dolphin ring...
I dreamt about room number twelve
twelve
12...
the first and the last times...
then
I woke up
and
I cried
I cried hard

last night was different
it wasn't that long
but
it has more details than my life now...

last night was different
the first night I didn't dream of horror
the first night I felt peaceful

last night was different
and I cried
I cried hard...

my life behind consciousness
I liked it
I cried
I cried hard
until I couldn't cry anymore
coz I never wanted

to wake up

I wanted to stay there...
there...
behind consciousness..

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:sob:
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