A Teacher's Diary

A Dream: The Tornadoes

January 3, 2015
Saturday

I was amused because we were in a car, me in the passenger seat. I was with the people whom I think were Michelle Baluya (my college classmate) and Bryan (Michelle's tall friend whom I call giraffe). Although, I didn't notice what I was wearing, theirs looked like something suit for a wedding event. So I assumed we're on our way to church.

When I turned to look on the road, I saw a small black swirling wind that gets bigger and bigger as we approach. I warned the driver and everybody looked at it and gasped with horror. Slowly, it becomes a tornado.

When we get passed it, we were surprised to see more of it, aligned in the road where we're going. Giving us only a slim space to pass by. I looked at our driver. I recognized him as a man of 50's yet I don't know who he is. I don't think I have seen him before. He struggled to avoid the tornadoes around us while his passengers were screaming on top of their lungs.

After a while, everyone was out of breath. The driver stopped the car when we were far enough from the peril.

We stared at the tornadoes in the distance, thinking when will it end.

He drove again until we reach something that looked like a train station. Everybody went down and left the car. Only me who stayed, with the driver beside me. So he said, "This is the end, you have to get down as well. I can no longer drive farther than this. You have to ride the train to go to Bulacan."

With what he had said, I was all the more confused. I asked him, "But why will I go to Bulacan?" But then, in that instant, he's gone.

I had no choice but to go to the so-called 'train'. Although, for me it has a weird structure. And I don't even know how it would transport us to another place because simply it doesn't really look like a transportation to me. Maybe because it doesn't have any doors, no wheels or rails. It is very open. Not even a roof can be seen. The benches where one could sit were the only thing remarkable in it. As I try to look for a vacant one, I saw a little girl alone so I decided to join her. But few moments later, there were other bunch of kids who approached us. I looked around but no adult was with them so I instructed them to take their seats at the next bench behind me so I could also look after them.

I looked at each of the kids. They were so happy and so innocent.

Then I think to myself, once this train moves... Will we survive the tornadoes?