The Book of Voltaire 5 VOLUMED BUNDLE

Book I - Chapter 14

Chapter 14 – Dreams and Illusions

I woke up... I thought I died. Every day I dream vividly thinking it's real, and wake up in the morning and it's still the same cycle over and over again. Back at the renovation of the house, the Covid-19 vaccines being rolled out in the Philippines, being free from the oppression of the ebony tower, being the Lord of the Night doing my carnal desires. Each story is the same intro yet different scenarios depending on what I do. It's... odd... it's driving me to insanity.

It's sunshine through the window, that is the only thing that wakes me up in the morning. It was hard to get up. I went to Discord. These dreams I have are but a revelation to be seen, to know which actions and decisions I take in real life. Just to know what happens. They are revelations. Revelations itself is the holy term of Divination, but the word divination is just like the same as revelations but this is quite satanic and demonic. Just like how fortune-telling from tarot cards is illegal to the Catholic Church.

I got up from bed, and the same shit happened...

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We all know the story, let us not mention it over and over again. But at least I am free. This time, I might need to take better action, this is either a dream or maybe this is the reality now. Who knows?

I went to Housebrew to buy a double espresso and to the public markets of Santo Nino of Guagua just to buy cheaper stock of cigarettes. I bought an entire rim. Buying at convenience stores or grocery markets is twice as expensive. The virus still goes on. Yet I am vaccinated. We still need to wear masks. I told my father I am coming home by dawn, but if there is still a curfew, I will come home earlier than 8 PM.

He said I can do whatever I want as long as I don't drink.

This again!

"I do not drink... wine."

He chuckled, "Yeah Dracula go drink blood all night. Go on have fun!"

I smirked at him and skipped all the way to Bacolor. At Cabetican, this time this place is the one I choose for this reality.

I was smoking while wearing sunglasses that my cousin Cristian gave to me. And drinking Cobra Energy Drink. I was alone. Yet a familiar face came by. It was none other than the childish Ian, yet he's all grown up, buffed, big and strong, perhaps smarter than I am now. He used to be a wimpy kid back in high school and I was his only friend. Then I introduced him to my other friends. He always follows me wherever I go. He was anxious when I first met him.

"Just chillax bro." were my words as a young teenager in 7th grade with him in the same class. Then he started to idolize me wanting to call me his big brother. I declined that, I told him just to call me my real name instead. Years have passed in those high school days we had, all 4 years of friendship nothing broke us apart except the part where I went mad dog mode and cursed at him loudly to kill himself thanks to my unbearable stress. I was extremely mentally unstable at the time. He met me again, he just glanced at me and walked away.

"Ian!" I called out his name

"Who are you?" he asked

"It's me, Klei. Sorry about what happened... I hope we can be friends again."

"Sure, it's no problem. How are you doing? We heard you dropped out bringing a bottle of blood and many types of deadly weapons."

"Please do not bring up the past. I was just passing by and saw you. You changed, you're huge now. Do you work out?"