an unfathomable forecast

June 14, 2008

Last night, I died. It was a painful death. My body all torn into several pieces. I died from a car crash. I flew out of the car because of the impact. The cab that I was riding on my way home was trashed by a rampaging monster truck.

That was it. Goodbye world. 

This has been a recurring dream of mine. Somewhere in my subconscious are swimming images of me getting hit by a bus, a car or sometimes the MRT.

Yep, morbid right?

I don’t rely much on the concept of premonition. But what if your gut tells you…something.. but you’re not sure why or what? 

My dad had several near-death experiences, including amost getting hit my a ceiling fan(which crashed an inch away from him) and  bamboo poles accidentally cut loose from the carriage –you-know.. the one being dragged by the carabao..[yes, that’s because we’re in the province and our mode of transportation includes untamed animals], crashing into the van they were riding on their way to Legaspi. So it’s like poking several holes in a paper. It’s just that the paper is the van and there are people inside. Fortunately no one got injured badly…just a few nasty cuts and bruises for dad’s co-employees and as for him—not a single scratch.

 

I’m not sure how he manages to do it. I guess the top cat, indeed has 9 lives. As for me, I am an accident prone. I had my share of not-so-good experiences which includes  falling down from a flight of stairs–head first.. thus, explaining the mental retardation… I also fell into a manhole,and ran into a glass door. Yet, here I am alive and kicking! Amazing!

So yep, I was quite disturbed by these dreams of mine. But who knows what lies ahead…

Abangan..