A DREAM
There is something strange happening. Like at first it was beauty, it was green
and serene, it was crystal clear, it was blue and white with bonus of seven-colored arcs
above; it was whispering, rustling, and softly singing. It was enchanting and moving. It
was a feeling of life.
Then I was startled by a loud howl, my eyes begin to open, darkness and coldness
welcomed me. I was dumbfounded. My body moved like it has been alarmed to get up.
My feet against the once warm ground walked outside the unfamiliar four-cornered
room. Sight becoming clear, I witnessed people facing the blinding light not from the
glorious big ball, but from the small, rectangular-shaped thing we called cellular phones.
I passed by but they did not look. They did not seem to care. It was weird how they
have everything in a human but they have no will to move, to look up, to see… and to
hear a deafening howl by the distance. For seconds I stood there and then I thought,
maybe I was the one who is weird in that place, so I ran away and the scenes keep
changing like a whirlwind yet they appeared lucid.
A mountain growling in madness as sturdy trees planked down one by one, wild
animals leaving inhabitable forest for the city, blue waters turning to grey and hundreds
of sea creatures retching out plastics from their mouths; a large television showing news
coverage about how polar animals are struggling because of their melting homes.
Temperatures hitting the highest degrees in the world history. Then, there were strange
humans falling in line. They were not the same people whose faces are glued up on
their phones. This group of people l saw was actually cheering in happiness yet I cannot
hear them because the howling I have been hearing was getting clearer and louder.
How can they look so blissful with this loud howl of pain? I would not know the reason
behind if I did not notice the posters and banners of people running for a position in the
government. Ah, of course. Money. How I wished people could show care to the
howling like how they display care for papers with value.
I feel salty, bitter, and tired. I wanted to give up running to the loud howl of pain
after the sights. Would people rather live in a gloomy and sober world, devoid of color
and soul? The question remains unanswered. I feel hopeless for running alone until
darkness engulfed me again and I was standing in a pool of red water. I was
surrounded by fire. No, we were surrounded by fire and we were standing in blood. I
was with other people with the same expression as I have, all disturbed by the cry, all
trying to see what we can do as every howl, the red liquid beneath us rises.
No, it was not human blood. It was tears of the Creation.
My eyes shut open once again. This time, I was not running. I was not dreaming
anymore. But there were bizarre things that happened in my dream and for cold
reasons, it felt real.