I write again today hoping that I will be able to write again tomorrow. But more than that, I write again today because, this morning, I’ve had another one of those rather frightening dreams. Just as the one from the 23^rd of August 2013 was. Yet, at the same time, it was also quite fascinating.

Unfortunately, just when I thought I managed to commit all of it to memory, I couldn’t remember all of it. I just remember bits and pieces from the middle. Perhaps, I moved too soon.

So, there I was… Actually, I was just here in our house. Suddenly, there came a crystal wave, or so I’d call it for it turned most of the people in our village to mere crystals sticking out of the ground. The wave, I imagine I saw it, was in the shape of a crescent, very white and fading away, sweeping over the village. Beautiful crystals they were, that the wave produced. But they used to be people. I know that because I saw them get changed.

I was outside when a man came up to me, handed me phone, and told me to go someplace and keep it safe. I don’t remember the place, or even if the man did mention a particular place. I had someone with me, a guy, a partner, someone I know. I asked him if he had a phone with him and realised that he did. I’d have given it to him if he hadn’t because me bringing two mobile phones would have been odd. I don’t know why but I thought it at the time. In the end, I had to put it in my other pocket.

It was sticking out like it shouldn’t. For some reason, I did feel like there was something important in it. It was by itself very different, a very unusual shape and form, especially in the age of smart. I don’t remember the man, neither do I think did I recognise him even in the dream. I just knew that I should heed his warning and follow his orders.

I went back to the house to pack some things. Usually, I always know what to pack when but, in the dream, I was just picking up random things and putting them in my backpack. That doesn’t really happen to me. I knew I couldn’t bring with me all that I would’ve brought. Even in the dream, I was thinking that I couldn’t bring with me all the stuff I brought with me during Haiyan. I could only stare longingly at the things I’d have to leave behind. I was fearful of the water that could swallow all of them up.

I went outside and looked for my partner. I couldn’t find him before something else happened. I don’t remember what but something did happen between me going out and the next event.

That which was the fire. In our village, there’s an oil mill. Quite a huge space they have, and everything was just burning. I found myself in the beach and was with a few people. We were commenting, “Did they always have this many horses?” Most were black, a few were brown. Whatever the colour they had, they were all beautiful, gallant, and glorious steeds. If I still know my directions, some of them were running south while others were running west. All that time I was thinking, “Why am I thinking of the four horsemen?”

I don’t remember when it was but I remember myself sifting through what was left after the fire. Me and a couple other people poking the burned and blackened place with our sticks.

I was once again looking for my partner. I was back in the house and noticed that someone, a woman, whom I don’t recognise and neither do I think I have ever seen her face, was attending to our house. I reckon my mum was turned to crystal. I didn’t talk to that woman, didn’t even greet her. Not my mum, the woman attending to our house. I just let her be as she let me be. I was just outside, perhaps waiting for my partner.

I was still anxiously waiting or looking for him when the fourth event happened. I don’t remember it now, but that was when woke up.

It doesn’t end there, though. Every time I get awakened before I should wake up, I would check the time. And I did so this morning. I thought, “Oh, it’s just 23:23.”

That was wrong. It was just a delay from the last time I checked the time. Because really, it was actually 04:44.

That last part I know for a fact to no longer be part of the dream. I was awake and I am more than certain of that. Which makes the whole thing gain a layer of mystery.