I was in Baguio
Some admin and teachers are interviewing my brother not sure if for college or job. The way my brother answered was some how off the questions and rude. I butt in and explained to the interviewers that I would teach and train my brother.
Then I was with my brother and college classmate in the garden beside UP Baguio. We were talking and planning. We were thinking where to sleep that night because the next day is another interview/exam. I suggested to stay in my apartment in Baguio ( I always dream of an apartment that I left in Baguio. The location was similar to my old real boarding house but the place is much better. I also always dream of UP and SM Baguio) but I remembered I told them to forget it because it was far. There are other people and celebrity in the park and we met and befriended them.
Then it shifted to Quezon City.
I was in a small neighborhood gathering in Zuzuarregui. it was like a prayer gathering in daylight. We were singing and preparing for an eventI played the guitar. I remembered the chords of 2 holy songs. "Grace of the HOly Garden" (Something like c9, G, d G) and "Song of the Garden" (Something like D, G, Em A, D BM, Em, A D). I was quite good at playing it and we sang harmoniously. Some of my church leaders and churchmates were there. One of the strings of the guitar went missing and I could not play properly anymore but we still finished singing the song. We then went to another place. It was like a mountain going to a covered court where an event is about to take place. I came across some familiar faces going to the place but I went back to a house because i sensed danger near my bag and belongings. In the house there was an evil old man who was with us during the prayer gathering. He looked like an Asian with smaller eye and was like half android and very strong and influential. There are some friends who helped me defeat him. We cornered him and blast guns at him. Some sacrificed their life to completely annihilate him. We managed to defeat him through an explosive bomb. Luckily some of us survived
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