I had a dream. In it, I know I’m in a relationship but I know not with whom. Walking in a big group, I randomly hold Jude’s hand. Wrong guess. Mike shoots me a death glare. The boyfriend is Mike, not Jude. Completely guilty, I try to make it up to him for the rest of the dream. He gives me the cold shoulder.
I had another dream. In it, I’m part of a group with a plan to blow up a hospital. In the hospital, I hesitate and I don’t do what I’m supposed to do. Instead, I tell one of the doctors about the plan. Guilt-ridden, I tell the doctor that the explosion won’t happen anymore because I didn’t do my part. The doctor is unwaveringly cold and unforgiving. Unfortunately, I don’t know how but the hospital blows up anyway. I watch the hospital building crumble as my friend Donald drives us in a getaway car.
Ayoko na. I wish this guilt thing would stop eating me up. But the part about Mike and me together? Totally fine by me. Gwapo. Hahaha.