A Gift For The New Year...

    Since yesterday (Saturday, Manila time), I've been conjuring up words, ideas and how to form them about one topic I'm strongly passionate about -- writers and their rights. When American guild writers in Hollywood 'can' have their own picket lines, 'can' disrupt tv shows and 'can' influence A-list stars to have no-show appearances in the likes of Golden Globe (well, let's see), it's something that Filipino writers, especially television writers, find a brazen act.  Anyhow, I will have to skip this and give way to a more fitting entry for the new year, 2008. 

        My gift came in the form of a dream, rather, my gift was/is my dream.  It happened on the first day of the year.  I've posted some of my dream entries here before because of searing visuals and their latent interpretation, but the question of "when" were just aside from the dream.  This time around, having a significant dream on the first day has impacted my life more than ever. 

     Doom!  How many times have I dreamt of scenarios of deluge, burning pot of fire, an asteroid explosion (at UP Sunken Garden), UFOs, ghastly sightings, a flashy conveyor-like tunnel to heaven, more extraterrestrial invasions, wars.  I've seen and heard each of them.  Did I tell you, I'm also in those scenes (I wasn't the UFO, okay?).   Scary, eh?   

        The dream on January 1st 2008 was no different, but with a twist.  I had two different dreams, one personal, the other, prophetic.  I will choose to share the latter coz one must take notice of this. 

            I am somewhere at one coastal area.  I don't know why I am here and I don't even see the coast from where I stand, except for the cool ocean breeze. I see myself standing at a big vacated lot, an empty outdoor basketball area filling up one mid-section area of steeply cliff private island.  It's been newly vacated, and I could sense something ominous is in the air.  In one flash, I see in my mind some people scampering away, I hear one dominant male voice empathetically tell others to "run away, there's flood."  I was frozen for one sec.  The eerie silence suffocates. Realizing I am the only one left in the area, I had to take action and leave promptly.

         I hear the sound of thunder.  Then a drizzle.  Instead of going up, I skid past rows of small terraced steps until...until I end up in a sprawling cliff.  What I see around the cliff are a few lifeless trees bending sideways or just lying there on the ground.  They're young black trees with thin trunks.    

         I see the ocean, there's none going on.  It's calm.  Then I hear a girl/woman close to my back, telling me to "hold on."  I turned around from the origin of the voice and saw "her" clutching to the one tiny dead trunk. Big cries from heaven suddenly roared.  I follow what she says, that is, to hold on to my own tiny dead trunk within my grasp.  But before I could begin to sense the portending thunder, I saw the massive ocean across horrendously turns into...ONE, INCREDIBLE TSUNAMI.  It not only overwhelmed me because of its massive size, I also see IT coming from the horizon and beginning to create chunks of inner waves from all sides, gaining strength.  Its sheer magnitude never before imagined.  I am so afraid, trying to hold on to dear life in one lifeless trunk.  I see the prussian blue wave matching the color of the sky one last time bracing towards me.  Its expanse covers an estimate of 100-ft in height by 200-ft (or a mile! I dont know) in width.  It's almost reaching the sky in perfect illusion and zooming in towards my direction, just a few hundreds of feet away from me.  She/he wants to devour me and the lifeless cliff. 

           Then, like a horse rider, I hold on to the lifeless trunk, bend my body upward and close my eyes.  Slowly, fragments of rain from the waves wash me down.  I pray to the high heavens to stop it...I hear only drizzles. 

           Moments after, I stand up...I only see a clear, blue horizon.  No waves.  Only the dark clouds clear up.  It's as if nothing prophetic happened.

          Not asking for another "show," but I see one thing falling down at me.  Just like a visual representation of tears, a big, crystal-clear white drop of rain the size of a quarter coin slowly and carefully heads to touch my right cheek. It is the most pleasant sensation of all:  minty cold, fresh, and alive.  End of dream. 

          Upon finishing this, why all of a sudden I am humming to Luther Vandross' "So Amazing."  Yes, if I have to borrow the lyrics from it, "God, You're So Amazing!" 

         And can my artist-friends please show up and sketch this dream. Paging Lara K. This latest dream behooves a visual representation.