A Weird Day in the Mall

It was a weird day in the mall.

It was another New Worlds Convention day. This day was extremely (and somewhat ridiculously) successful. There were thousands of people there. The (and, again, somewhat ridiculously...) huge Market Market mall was filled with thousands of cosplayer. I saw exactly 5 parties of people completing the 9 ring wraiths. Not to mention a whole armada of Encantadia soldiers. No Darna in sight though.

I was assigned in the convention's filk section. There was this new marketing scheme, tie-up with the mall's shops to get what the Con needs. We, the filkers particularly, needed a Drum Kit. But as Pao J. was missing, we couldn't get the clearance to take the Drum Kit from the Musical shop the Con tied up with. As the confusion of organizing event continued, I didn't know if we really got the drum kit or we ever got to play. The dream continued with a cut scene.

The next thing I knew, the con was over and we were headed to a swimming party/lessons. Pao J. was the instructor. I was just a giggly 12 year old waiting for the party to start ... oh and the lessons too. The whole swimming class was divided into 5 groups. We get one Hunk Member each. I coudln't understand if it was a fortunate thing we got Bernard Palanca.

He was late ... caught up in an important meeting. He was really no longer a hunk, but more of a business man associated in the arts. If anybody knew who Bernard Palanca is, then it should be obvious it's a family thing.

He arrived eventually and said his apologies. He went straight to this specialty shop he apparently owned as this was where we waited for him expressing our thoguhts on the recently concluded con and our excitement over the party that surely would cap the con.

But that's it. We were late, so we went on to the party ... I wonder if I learned anything about swimming at all.

Rats!

As this was the very first dream I had written in my DREAM JOURNAL, so shall it be the first in FAERIES AND DEMONS.
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At night, I sleep, diving into the realms of unreality. There I find him, with different faces, different races; Sometimes a face I don't know, sometimes the face I long for. And the only thing I know for sure, this is the man I loved for so long.

But what's so interesting, in every dream HE visits me, HE saves me. From some unexplainable mystery to the simpliest misunderstanding. HE saves me.

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I was walking along Belvedere St., my head up, staring at the blazing sky as the sun radiated its last rays of warmth and security over insignificant beings like us. As darkness consumed the street, and post lamps started to lit, I saw my mother and her company succumb to the power of the rat. Their heads morphed into a head of a viscious rat.

Then HE took my hand and ran into the fields. We hid between the tall wild grass, while we crawled out way to what he believed was a safe place. But as we made our way, a rat woman with wings, a bat like woman, grabbed him and bit him on the right shoulder. HE faught and struggled, his shirt ripped and fell, until HE rendered her unconscious. All I could do was sit and wait until HE won or he was taken, crying immobile.

HE grabbed my hand again and we ran fast. As fast as we could. To the house where safety can hold me. We didn't care if any of the monstrous rats could see us ... we just had to get there. Then at the gate, i lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes, I was in bed, clean but naked. Outside, chaos reign supreme, monsters running around, others flying. People had been taken over and turned into monsters.

I turned my head to the left, and I saw him lying on the bed, watching cable news about the 21st of the month attack. Apparently, people had forgotten that at the strike of seven pm in the evening of every 21st of the month, these rat people take over the country and turn more people like them. And when morning comes, these people turns back to normal and live normal lives, forgetting once more the event on the 21st.

I notice HE was naked. HE had his wound cleaned and dressed. I slowly crept up to him, so my skin lightly touched his. I put my head on his shoulders. HE didn't move, not an inch, not even to make himself comfortable. I seduced him, but HE turned me down. HE said, we only ended up in this situation because we were not left any option. I loved this man, ever skince I met him. I don't know if he ever loved me, too. Even in my dreams, he never took advantage of me. Something, I'm not sure if I should be happy or sad about. I fell asleep, my head on his shoulder.