I had a weird dream last night, as all dreams usually are. I dreamt that I was with my mom in our ancestral home in Caloocan City, the place where I was raised a s a child from 0-7 years old. In my dream I was actually very young about 6-7 years old and mom was combing my hair while we were facing the capiz window overlooking the house of our neighbor Lola Apas.
Mom offered to cut my hair and I of course, relented only to find out that she cut it in such a way that it was so short, so ugly that I became enraged. My rage was so explosive that I even crashed a glass and other furnishings that is in the path of my wrath. Then my mom explained that she had to do that to be able to put a map in my head–literally. That looks like, my hair and scalp were sculpted in such a way that there are roads and landmarks of sorts.
The next scene showed that there was a nuclear fallout and that I need to save a baby with a distorted face and to save those people. However, for that baby and the people to be saved I need to go against the tide of people rushing out of the place of the fallout and go there instead. Taking the baby in my arms, we had to cross a bridge amidst the swarm of people. The map in my head showed me where to go and when I arrived at that place, which looks like a very old mansion, the baby indeed looked much better, with a face to behold.
At the mansion, there were also other people there. People like me who also somehow needed also to save other babies. There was also a permeating feeling that we had to be vigilant because there are enemies. We were in the sala or living room when suddenly there was a commotion coming from upstairs where the babies are. We realized there was a fire engulfing the second floor. We quickly rushed in but we were too late. The fire was gone as well. No evidence of any fire as no furniture was even touched by it except that the babies were gone but there were no charred bodies even.
The group went back to the living room and found, what I believe is our common enemy. He looked like a headless Darth Vader but he is not him. He simply is in all black–an all-black headless warrior. And I have to fight him, which I did. In the middle of it all, I woke up.
