#preminition

OK, not really

BUT 

I had this dream about a week ago now where I was wandering in the forest and I see off in the distance what looked like a person who looked really lost, so I tried to follow but he kept walking away and I couldn’t get close enough to see him, and then suddenly things get dark and I find myself in an underground parking lot that eventually leads into what I concluded was a mental hospital. I was in this really small space and it was quiet and grey, and there’s a receptionist that looked freaked out by my presence. Then this monstrously huge man comes in (in doctor’s attire) and looks at me and goes “Are you the one that saw the bear?” And I didn’t say anything, which seemed to really aggravate him, and so he repeats in a much more menacing tone, “Did you see the bear?” I was freaking out and the receptionist could see, and so I try to leave the building and the receptionist is suddenly next to me trying to help me out, all the while the doctor screaming out “DID YOU SEE THE FUCKING BEAR?! YES OR NO?!” And I woke up feeling really disturbed.

FAST FORWARD TO A FEW DAYS LATER

Eve'Varra slowly opened her eyes, feeling a soft breeze and nip of chill to the air around her as it swirled through, it's soft fingers brushing along the grass around her. She can feel the tips of the plains grass tapping against her skin, almost tickling her. The sky a clear blue over head, save a dot of small clouds as they drift lazily overhead. She was still exhausted, and this moment didn't touch her in a pleasing way. A gentle sigh coming through her body out from her lips as she slowly sat up. A peek of annoyance drifting through her as she looks around, unsure of where she was. Nothing was familiar here.

She brings her body to it's full height as she stands, stretching out her muscles and body from it's state of rest to wake. Eve'Varra's mind drifting in thought as she ponders where Vyciel had taken her -this- time. "Vyciel!" She calls out to the Magister, trying to spy the slender elf, it would be strange for her or her handmaiden to not be close by. A crease forms in over her brow as no answer comes. Turning on to get a better grasp of her surroundings she finds a tree not far from her, and a farm. A farm unlike the humans or other beings of the lands she had become accustomed too. No, this was a very old layout and make of a simple stead of her own peoples. Confusion came to her mind as she took a hesitant step towards it.

"Vyciel?" She called out once more as she strode through the grass. A family of talbuk were grazing in the paddock, a barn was just a ways down from where they were. A rather fair size home was down along the pathway she joined into. A sense of familiarity seeped into her, but she couldn't quite place it. There wasn't time to dwell upon such, as a woman came out, her back was turned and she was carrying a large basket. Soon turning, Eve'Varra easily recognized her, but a sense of confusion came to her.

"Mother?"

"Ah! Evey, there you are. Geez, i was worried about you. Stop going off for so long, you have chores to do! Come on, help me with the laundry." Her voice was far more cheerful then usual. She seemed happy, she even wore a soft dress with light tones, wore her hair in a loose tail. It confused Eve'Varra to no end.

"Evey? Wait..are you..smiling?" She moved in to help with the basket, instinct kicking in to aid her mother as she took the basket and went on to follow her in behind the house to the laundry lines. "Is this another one of your silly games? Goodness, what an imaginative child i have. Of course i am! It's a beautiful day, the quiche i made turned out perfect for our supper and your father should be back soon.” Her mother mused with a soft smile. "Oh yes, that's right. Father went on a trip to Shattrath for a meeting." She had felt like she was forgetting something, that must have been it. But what was she doing before coming back home? A soft uncertainty came in over her, but she brushed it off and went on to helping her mother put out the laundry. Everything seemed so normal, natural. Just an ordinary day. They talked and laughed, went on to getting things ready for her fathers return, helping clean and tidy up their home. It was always so wonderful to see her mother in such a good mood, why did she ever think it was strange that she wouldn't be? Oddly enough, she couldn't help looking out whenever she could. Brushing it off as she was just checking for her father, but that didn't seem right. Was there someone else she was suppose to look out for? It didn't take long before she could hear hooves coming down the trail, her tail flicked on eagerly as she went for the door and opened it. Smiling wide with glee as her father finally made it home. Only, her father didn't stand in the doorway. A very, overly large older Draenei male stood before. A holy glow seemed to blind her as she stumbled back a bit in shock and awe. Only to see the light disappear, as if a candle snuffed out from breeze that blew in from the outside. Billowing away the home she thought she was standing out in. The field grew darker and darker, the clouds taking in over the skies in their thunderous grey. The only light now coming through was the lightening crashing in overhead. The once standing paladin now laying flat face into the overgrown grasses.

She wasn't sure where she was anymore, she stumbled back and fell to her rear. Staring out to the scene ahead. It slowly came to view, unfolding before her to reveal horror after horror. Her mind slowly beginning to connect with what was happening before it. A battle lay out before her. After seeing so many of them it only came clear to what had happened. 

Slowly peering back down to the body before her, "High...Vindicator?" The words came out softly as her hand reached in over to try and pull the body over, just before she froze as her eyes caught the rest of the forms that slowly began to lay out before her. The growing bodies of friends and family, past and present began to form in over. In a panic she forced herself up to look around. She was surrounded. Arms flinging in around herself as she clung to her form, staring in around trying to calm herself. Eyes peering to the sky as nothing but hopelessness began to wring through her mind. Only to find a new set of fear sink into her, coursing through her like a hammer, her body numb and cold as her heart pounded away within.

A pair of large red eyes stared from above. Waves washing through the clouds making the world feel under the waters of the darkest depths of the sea. It was finally enough for her to wake. With a jolt she sat up. Her body cold and damp from the fright of her nightmare. It took her a few moments to catch her breath and calm down. Taking in that time to look over and focus in on her surroundings. At first she wasn't sure where she was, having been so use to being whisked away to the Archive, only to find herself in her bunk back in the barracks, it felt unsettling.

« Oui, c'est un idiot dénué de bon sens et dépourvu de compétences sociales, mais c'est mon fils.

J'espère juste qu'il ne se lancera jamais en politique. Ce serait un désastre. »

A crappy title for a crappy dream. 2016 elections happened. Tension everywhere. Division and disagreement among the people. Yes,  strange, dark and twisted.

The dream started normal...

I’m hanging out at a friendly neighbor’s house in Mira Mesa. All was good until my friend’s dad found out that I was a Republican. He got angry and hostile and threw us out of the house. He lived near Gold coast & Mason Elementary school. I ran back home, I didn’t have my car. I ran through the school field where there were families playing, for safety - I try to blend in to hide.

Next-

We were at some old Filipino man’s funeral. He was laying in his coffin in the front of the auditorium.. suddenly.. his body take a huge breath and his body is revived some how. I can’t remember who that man was. I just know that he needed to be dead. Then some friends and I planned to assassinate him (he gave evil vibes). When he was revived I hid in the top corner of the auditorium so he couldn’t see me. My friends and I drugged his old lady - we poisoned her food. It was meant to be a distraction to the nation.

Next-

I’m at some adult group home. Not for the mentally ill..We were all normal. the neighborhood is nice. The house is big. The house has multiple stories and multiple hidden rooms and entrances. It’s a democratic house. They’re trying to manipulate me and my friends to be like them. I see one of my friends, she has a back entrance that leads to her secret hidden room. It was a spacious nice room. I lock myself upstairs for safety. I know theres a conspiracy happening. A plan for segregation; between Republicans and Democrats.. My dad visits me at the “group home”. I’m planning to escape from there. We get out. 

Everyone in public has to wear their labels: Blue for Democrat. Red for Republican.  Discrimination and violence is everywhere. 

In the end of the dream; Trump and H.Clinton have some sort of rally. Both of them look at each other. Hillary looks unsatisfied. Trump says: “I was under attack now I have a whole city that wants to vote for me”. Trump then crawls under the stage into his Bomb Shelter. He closes the door like a vault. The American flag is damaged as he closes it.

Trust me.

This whole dream was pretty wild and messed up. I don’t believe ANY political party has all the solutions to our nations problems. Each political group has flaws. There is no correct, no right, no true group that has the direction and answers that this nation needs. Maybe if everyone saw that- we wouldn’t segregate ourselve as a nation.

A dream/vision of my late Lolo Resty. Rest in Peace. (”Lolo” - a Filipino term for grandfather. Or in this case, my granduncle.)

It was 2005, sometime in the middle of my Sophomore year in high school. I had a typical life; keeping grades decent while balancing drill/dance team practices. Had an average group of friends and especially a cousin who was the same age as me, E. 

E and me were 2nd cousins through our grandfathers - they were brothers and therefore her dad and my mom were 1st cousins. Our grandfathers were 2 kids out of 5 - so this meant we each had 4 grand-uncles and 1 grand-aunt. Of our grandfather’s brothers, was Lolo Resty. He was suffering health issues and we would pray for him to get better.

As I get ready for sleep on the typical school-night, I think nothing much of it.

I dream and see him this night; my Lolo Resty. 

I’m standing in my front doorway. Just by the porch with the front gate open. It’s definitely home, I recognize the green fence that surrounds grandma’s garden. I see the green gate in front of the front door. It’s a beautiful morning. The sun is rising. I’m watching the sun rise; the sky is a soft blend of pink, soft orange, yellow with hints of soft white clouds. 

I look up at the direction that’s above the front lawn. There I see my late-Lolo Tuking, E’s grandfather [he passed away years ago when were were in elementary school]. He smiles.. and he’s not alone. With him is my Lolo Resty. I see the two men behind a misty cloud in the sky. They’re not far away, they are only a few feet away from me. Their upper bodies & faces are clear. 

They both smile at me.  The emotions and vibe of this moment are peaceful.

Lolo Resty is walking toward the sky and Late-Lolo Tuking.  We wave goodbye to eachother. The two men turn away and fade.

I wake up.